Restaurants in Barcelona

A sprawling, high-octane celebration of Iberian food housed in a 19th-century garage. It’s loud, it’s beautiful, and it’s where Barcelona goes to indulge in its own excess.

A loud, frantic temple of saffron and scorched rice where the Gothic Quarter's chaos meets the best damn seafood paella you'll find in a room full of strangers.

A loud, chaotic machine where the wait is long and the reward is a rich, unapologetic montadito of beef and foie gras. It’s a high-speed operation that actually lives up to the hype.

A high-octane temple of tapas where the seafood is piled high, the noise is deafening, and the wait for a bar stool is a rite of passage for anyone seeking the real, visceral Barcelona.

A temple of smoke and salt in Eixample where the meat comes on wooden boats and the sangria flows like a river. No pretense, just fire and the best Argentinian cuts in town.

A high-octane tapas machine in Eixample where the razor clams are sweet, the beef with foie is legendary, and the wait for a bar stool is a rite of passage for any hungry traveler.

A high-volume Gothic Quarter institution where black rice and white tablecloths meet. It’s a polished, frantic machine serving honest Catalan staples to the masses without the Rambla tax.

A narrow, frantic sanctuary tucked into the shadows of La Boqueria where the squid ink rice is dark as a bad mood and the garlic shrimp sizzles with genuine, unadulterated intent.

A neon-lit sanctuary of shisha smoke and spiced lamb on the chaotic Carrer dels Escudellers. It’s the Gothic Quarter’s loudest, most unashamedly tourist-friendly Middle Eastern haunt.

A loud, legendary temple of Aragonese tapas in Nou Barris where you grab a number, wait with the masses, and pray for a plate of the city's most honest patatas bravas.

A sprawling, decadent temple to Barcelona’s queer anarchist past, where the cocktails are stiff, the drag is fierce, and the ghost of Ocaña still haunts the dance floor.

Perched inside a converted bullring, laLola serves up high-octane paella and tapas to a backdrop of giant mammoths and the ghost of matadors past. It’s loud, fast, and surprisingly honest.