Barcelona is truly an enchanting coastal city within the Catalan region of Spain that’s bursting with an undeniable zest for life. The Catalan city is where football fans, food lovers, and beach fiends converge. Whether you’re in the mood to wine and dine, wind down and relax or something in between, there’s something for everyone in the seaside city.
Here, we’ve laid out exactly how to spend an unforgettable few days eating and drinking your way through Barcelona.
When you’re in Barcelona, you get tapas. There’s no way around it. For a more upscale dining experience, head to Ten’s, which serves up creative signature and traditional tapas by Michelin-starred chef, Jordi Cruz. It may not be the traditional way of enjoying tapas, but if you’re looking for a more refined experience, don’t miss it.
On the other end of the spectrum, there’s Martin’s Bar. Slightly north of the city centre, this unpretentious bar and restaurant serves some of the best jamon in the city, alongside other traditional tapas like patatas bravas and croquettes. Set in a charming, neighbourhood square, here’s where to go to get the real Barcelona local experience.
It may sound offbeat, but hear us out. Sports Bar, a twenty-seat Italian restaurant just steps away from the Gothic Quarter serves up surprisingly delicious best wood oven pizza; so good you might momentarily wonder if you’ve been transported to Italy. Run by an expat Italian family, this charming neighbourhood bar and restaurant is much more than its somewhat misleading name.
For dessert (or an afternoon snack between meals…), head to Xurreria Trebol, where you’ll find some of the best churros in town. Make sure to ask for chocolate dipping sauce—fresh churros dipped into warm chocolate will convert even the cleanest of eaters into chocolate fiends.
At Bar Brutal you’ll find some of the best natural wine in Europe—by the glass—for a lot less than you’d pay in North America or other European countries. Feel free to experiment with new producers or let the bartender guide you based on what you already know you love. Pro tip: the menu changes seasonally, but if you see oysters on the menu, do yourself a favor and order a dozen on ice.
Remember the first time you went to Europe? Ideas of charming terraces on cobblestone streets overlooking centuries-old cathedrals probably came to mind pretty quickly, huh? Restaurante La Vinya del Senyor offers just that. Set in the same square as Basílica de Santa Maria del Mar, this charming cava bar has one of the most picturesque terraces in town—and some of the best cava, too.
Take advantage of the ample amount of delicious Spanish wine available and head to Bar Salvatge. Here you’ll find endless natural wine options—but the bar itself
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