What: DeRosa's fish taco de-virginization

Where: Mazatlan Restaurant, downtown Puyallup

When: During happy hour

Happy hour days: Monday-Thursday

Happy hour times: 3-7 p.m. and 9 p.m. to close

All day happy hour: Sundays

Happy hour located: In the bar

Was I happy: Oh, you betcha!

For more than an hour: HELL. YES.

It's a fish taco. Fish inside of a taco. Where I come from, we don't equate fish with any part of the taco family, either in perverted female anatomy terms, or as a traditional Mexican restaurant menu item. In Texas, our Mexican restaurants serve "Tex-Mex" food, where ground up cow's ass is what you'll find inside of a taco shell. Nowhere in the Tex-Mex Dictionary of Delicacy (DeRosa copyright pending) does one put a goddamn fish inside a taco shell. It's just wrong.

Warning:  Before I proceed, I'd like to kindly ask all perverted readers to get your minds out of the gutter. Because what I'm getting ready to admit will most likely send the perverted home with plenty of coinage for the spank-bank.

Last week - for the first time ever - I ate a fish taco.

I ate a fish taco and it was the BEST taco I've ever tasted, hands down.  During happy hour at Puyallup's Mazatlan Restaurant last week, Mr. DeRosa convinced me to take a taste of fish taco as he and Jose the bartender eagerly watched in anticipation. With a Wednesday night special price of $3.99, how could I say no? 

Sometimes the cheap fish tacos are the best ... from what I've been told, anyway.

The outer flour tortilla shell wrapped around thick, battered cod was soft and moist. A surprisingly spicy and very delicious chipotle slaw dribbled down my chin with every juicy bite. I secretly wished Mr. DeRosa had followed through with that "intravenous beer tube" invention he dreamt up back in the ‘90s. My Negra Modelo glass would've never seen bottom had that masterpiece come to fruition.

Jose the bartender quickly provided me with more napkins as he watched me wrap my mouth around that warm, dripping-wet fish taco. I could tell he was keen on the hembra gringas (female gringos), and knew that fish taco virgins like myself would need the extra help. 

I suppose just like losing any other type of virginity, all this did was make me want more, regret what I'd been missing and hope that next time it would last longer.

[Mazatlan Restaurant, 13024 Meridian E., Puyallup, 253.770.8702]