Tucked away down a side street off Plaza Alfalfa, this little bar almost defies description. Walk inside and you might feel as if you've set foot in a church, as wall-to-ceiling it's stuffed with religious statues and artifacts. It's genuinely surreal— cherubs look down on you from above, Madonnas stare impassively at you from their ornately decorated bowers. Incense wafts around you, and organ music plays somberly in the background. The grumpy bartender looks as if he has been here for centuries. There's no beer on tap. Cocktails and wine are the order of the day, so it's not a place for a cheap drink. The house special is, of course, a concoction called Sangre de Cristo—the Blood of Christ.