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The Room Bar, Barcelona – Our Crawlers’ Launch Pad Where Pitchers Flow, Mirrors Lie and Plans Go Sideways
The Room Bar, Barcelona
Carrer de la Marina 19, wedged between the casino fountain and that massive Frank Gehry fish, sits The Room Bar—the spot every flavour of Barcelona Party Animals crawl (Gòtic, Raval, even that rogue El Born one) converges before we stampede the Port Olímpic clubs. Think of it as a big, glitter-covered funnel: you tip in from every corner of the city, swirl round a few monster jugs of mojito, then spill out towards Pacha, Shôko and Opium in one noisy blob.
First Impressions – Bling, Breeze and Brunch-Leftovers
Mid-afternoon you’ll catch locals munching poke bowls on the terrace while tourists nurse bottomless mimosas. Inside it’s mirrors galore—walls, ceilings, maybe the staff uniforms, not sure. LED strips pulse magenta like the bar swallowed a 90s rave flyer. After 20:00 the shisha pipes spark up and reggaetón sneaks in from somewhere (probably the DJ booth hidden behind the dessert fridge). By half-ten the place is pumped enough to power the national grid.
Meeting hack: we tell latecomers “look for the shiny bar under the fish statue.” Nobody has failed that clue yet—touch wood.
Drinks – Your Budget May Scream but Your Insta Will Cheer
The menu reads like a cocktail encyclopaedia written by a hyper child. A few crowd killers:
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Mojito Jar – fresh mint jungle, two straws, roughly a litre; share or don’t, we’re not the police.
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Sunset Spritz – cava + Aperol + secret red syrup that’s 70 % sugar, 30 % WHO-cares.
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Electric Blue Bowl – tastes of melted ice-lolly and regret; eight straws included.
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Espresso Martini Duo – two minis served on a skateboard (why? who knows).
Singles float around €10, cauldrons hit €24ish. Tip jar’s optional but trust me, friendly bartenders remember a coin.
Grub – Nachos Vs Seagull: Round Two
Kitchen keeps flipping food till about 01:00. Nacho stacks arrive like cheesy Jenga towers, burgers ooze BBQ sauce, sushi rolls appear surprisingly decent for a cocktail den. Watch your plate if you’re on the terrace; a seagull nicked my pal Freya’s jalapeño last week and she’s still traumatised.
Mirror Maze Mayhem
Route to the loos looks like a low-budget fun-house: floor-to-ceiling mirrors on both sides. Last month my mate Lindi walked smack into her own reflection, muttered “sorry luv” and carried on. If everything’s spinning, slide your hand along the wall or you’ll end up apologising to yourself too.
Why We Use The Room and Not, Say, La Rambla
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Central as chips – three metro stops within a 10-minute trot; taxi drivers actually know the address.
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Pitchers cheaper than club singles – you’d pay €15 for a tiny mojito inside Opium. Maths, fam.
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Beach proximity – finish drink, stumble twenty metres, boom: sea breeze and VIP queue.
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Terrace + indoor AC – smokers outside, makeup melting crew inside. Symbiotic harmony.
Survival Tips from Yours Truly
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Order in pairs – bar queue doubles every five minutes after 10 p.m.
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Pay as you go – splitting one monster tab with twenty half-cut Brits is a migraine.
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Hydrate – ask for “un vas d’aigua” with a grin; they’ll hand over tap water, free ninety-nine.
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Hookah etiquette – don’t poke the coals with your metal straw (seen it, smelt it, never again).
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Watch the step – terrace has a sneaky two-inch drop; my pint knows gravity too well.
Extra Bedtime Reading While Your Phone Charges
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Sutton Barcelona – velvet ropes & that staircase: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/sutton-barcelona
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Jamboree – jazz cave turned late-night soul party: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/jamboree-barcelona
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City Hall – techno in a 19th-century theatre: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/city-hall-barcelona
Final Marina Musings
Will The Room invent a sangria paddling pool next season? Wouldn’t put it past them. Will I test-drive it? Deffo. Until then chuck Carrer de la Marina 19 into Maps, arrive hungry, guard your nachos from sky-pirates, and practise saying “ciutat vella” sober before the pint-pitcher does its evil work. Spot me double-fisting spritz goblets at half-ten and holler “Party Animals assemble!” – first swig’s yours if you nail the line.
See you under the glitter lights.