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Red Garter Barcelona
Red Garter Barcelona Banjo-born legend, steak-scented sports cathedral, and the spot where our crawl anthem turns into a midnight Beyoncé howl. 10:20 p.m.—Ignition Sequence The wristbands scan, a neon-red shot materialises, and the karaoke monitor is already pleading for your song choice. One minute you’re still practising your Catalan “hola,” the next you’re shrieking Mr. Brightside with a dentist from Dublin. The whole ritual happens inside the double-arched doorway at Passeig de Colom 23, right on Port Vell’s palm-lined promenade, where Red Garter has become the official launchpad of the Barcelona Party Animals Pub Crawl. And yes, that first hit of mystery liquor is on the house—think of it as social lubricant with training wheels. Food Aesthetics Barcelona From Banjo Bands to Mediterranean Mic-Drops Long before Catalans discovered karaoke courage, Red Garter’s story began across the Tyrrhenian Sea. In 1962, American dreamer Jack Correa ripped the shutters off a tiny Florentine workshop, filled it with bourbon, banjo players and boisterous GIs, and accidentally invented Italy’s first American bar. Red Garter 1962The FlorentineFast-forward 55 years: Florentine entrepreneur Riccardo Tarantoli decides the concept deserves beach weather and Barça jerseys, so he opens a sister venue in Barcelona in 2017. Same outlaw spirit, fresh postcode. The Florentine The Space-Time Continuum (a.k.a. the Floor Plan) Walk in at sunset and the place reads like a sports cathedral: two-storey brick shell, mezzanine balcony, and UHD screens the size of living-room walls. A low-slung stage lurks front-and-centre, waiting for acoustic sets or rowdy bachelor parties. After dark the crimson paint job glows under LED strips, turning casual drinkers into accidental rock stars. Phone signal is spotty, which is a mercy—nobody needs evidence of your falsetto attempt. Day-Shift Sports, Night-Shift Notes From 4 p.m. onward, every corner kick, Hail Mary and slam-dunk streams in high-def; burgers and pitcher deals keep the afternoon crowd glued to their benches. At 22:30 sharp the TVs morph into karaoke lyrics, the DJ flicks from ESPN to Don’t Stop Believin’, and the “spectator” section becomes a mosh pit of would-be mezzo-sopranos. Karaoke isn’t weekly—it’s a nightly rite, seven days a week, rain or Sant Joan fireworks. Red Garter 1962 Fuel: Burgers, Buckets & Wings Night Red Garter’s kitchen isn’t shy. We’re talking “Texas XXL” beef towers, racks of sticky ribs that could anchor a schooner, and nacho plateaus layered like geological strata. Vegetarians survive on fajita skillets and fried-onion mountains, but carnivores reign supreme. Happy-Hour runs till 22:00; after that you’re into tower-beer territory, frozen margaritas by the litre, and the occasional rum bucket built for four reckless souls. Tuesdays mean free tacos, Mondays drop beer-pong promos, and a recent Instagram reel promises ten wings for six euros—poultry inflation be damned. Plot Your Next Night-Magic Reading Need to preview the rest of the mischief on our route? Check out these dispatches from the trenches before you lace up: Jamboree—Brick-Vault Jazz & Post-Show Soul Dancing Sutton—VIP Velvet, Champagne Rain & That Infamous Staircase Shôko—Beachfront Bass Quakes & Sushi at Sunrise City Hall—Techno in a Centuries-Old Theatre Surf the full stories at barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog and design your stamina plan accordingly. Ready to carve your name into Red Garter’s guest-book of glorious regret? Snag your crawl wristband, warm up those vocal cords, and meet us at the doors by 22:20. The first shot’s waiting—and so is your inevitable encore. barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com Mic drop. Rib lift.
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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: Mojito Jar – fresh mint jungle, two straws, roughly a litre; share or don’t, we’re not the police. Sunset Spritz – cava + Aperol + secret red syrup that’s 70 % sugar, 30 % WHO-cares. Electric Blue Bowl – tastes of melted ice-lolly and regret; eight straws included. 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 Central as chips – three metro stops within a 10-minute trot; taxi drivers actually know the address. Pitchers cheaper than club singles – you’d pay €15 for a tiny mojito inside Opium. Maths, fam. Beach proximity – finish drink, stumble twenty metres, boom: sea breeze and VIP queue. Terrace + indoor AC – smokers outside, makeup melting crew inside. Symbiotic harmony. Survival Tips from Yours Truly Order in pairs – bar queue doubles every five minutes after 10 p.m. Pay as you go – splitting one monster tab with twenty half-cut Brits is a migraine. Hydrate – ask for “un vas d’aigua” with a grin; they’ll hand over tap water, free ninety-nine. Hookah etiquette – don’t poke the coals with your metal straw (seen it, smelt it, never again). Watch the step – terrace has a sneaky two-inch drop; my pint knows gravity too well. Extra Bedtime Reading While Your Phone Charges Sutton Barcelona – velvet ropes & that staircase: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/sutton-barcelona Jamboree – jazz cave turned late-night soul party: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/jamboree-barcelona 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.
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Jamboree Jazz & Dance Club Barcelona | Sixty Years of Sweat, Sax … and Surprise Twerking
Jamboree Alright, Barcelona night owls, time to grab your imaginary beret and a real-life mojito—we’re diving into Jamboree, the legendary cellar on Plaça Reial where jazz icons once wailed and today’s party monsters still spill rum on their sneakers. If you’ve roamed our Barcelona Party Animals Pub Crawl, you already know the crooked stairway that drops you into brick-vault heaven. If not, keep reading, fake a sax solo, and meet us there next Thursday. From Scout Lingo to Saxophone Shrine Way back in 1960, businessman Joan Rosselló flipped the old Brindis bar at Plaça Reial 17 into a jazz cave. Critic Javier Coma slapped it with the name “Jamboree,” a Zulu word scouts use for “big tribal reunion.” Cool flex, Javier. The Jubilée Jazz Club moved its gigs here, and—oops, almost overnight—Barcelona turned into a must-hit layover for touring jazz royalty. Sailors from the U.S. Sixth Fleet clogged the doorway, local poets nursed cognac in the corner, and the city’s cool meter spiked faster than you can say “bebop.” The Swingin’ Sixties Roll Call Need bragging rights? Try these names on for size: Chet Baker, Stéphane Grappelli, Ornette Coleman, Dexter Gordon, Lou Bennett, Tete Montoliu—yeah, the Tete—plus a cameo reel of Catalan all-stars like Francesc Burrull and Salvador “Mantequilla” Font. Jamboree even convinced Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington to play the Palau de la Música in ’66. Imagine stumbling into that show after too many vermouths. RIP my eardrums. The ’90s: Olympic Fever & Two-Show Nights Fast-forward to 1992. Barcelona’s busy lighting torches for the Olympics when lawyer Javier Cámara rescues the dormant venue, reviving the jazz cellar vibe. A year later the Mas i Mas group buys in and turns up the volume: two live shows every night, 365 days a year, followed by a dance session run by top-shelf Black-music DJs. Basically a workout class disguised as a club. You’re welcome, calves. Legends, Locals & a Baby-Faced Brad Mehldau Between ’93 and 2010, Jamboree’s stage becomes a revolving door: Brad Mehldau records one of his first albums in the basement (baby Brad, aw), Elvin Jones batters the kit, Chris Cheek and Seamus Blake duel on tenor, while Barcelona’s home-grown killers—Perico Sambeat, the Rossy bros, Carme Canela—spar alongside. The booking sheet reads like a Spotify playlist your grandad and your trendy cousin could actually agree on. Golden Medals & WTF Mondays Fifty candles on the cake, and in 2010 the city hands Jamboree its Gold Medal—fancy. Programmer Pierre Béchet marks the jubilee with heavyweights Jimmy Cobb and Christian Scott, plus newbie phenom Andrea Motis. Then come the WTF! Monday jam sessions (2001–07 technically, but the vibe lingers): hip-hop MCs rapping over upright bass, DJs dropping electronica behind trumpet solos, kids discovering jazz because it came with a backbeat. Your mind says “what the…”; your feet say “keep going.” 2018 & Beyond: Still Blowing Hard at Sixty Mas i Mas hits its 25-year milestone in 2018 and signs swap deals with London’s Pizza Express Jazz Club and the Global Music Foundation. Translation: fresh British talent every month and international workshops where a random sax legend might critique your scale warm-ups. Today the playlist runs from blues to funk to groove, but jazz is still king. And yes, the cellar remains open every single night—because musicians and vampires share a schedule. What Jamboree Feels Like in 2025 (Spoiler: Sweaty) Layout Two brick-arched naves with a stage barely wider than a drum kit. Low ceiling, zero phone service, 100 percent atmosphere. If you’re tall, duck. Sound Warm, punchy, a bit too loud after midnight—exactly how a jazz cave should hurt. Crowd Tourists hunting “authentic Barcelona,” local jazz nerds, Erasmus dancers, and our pub-crawl herd clapping on beats 2 and 4 (usually). Drinks Craft beer on tap, cava by the glass, or a lethal “Plaça Reial” rum punch that tastes like holiday regrets. Pro Tips From Your Chronically Late Crawl Captain Buy tickets online for the early set; it sells out faster than you think. You can often stick around for set #2 if you look harmless and order another drink. Shoes Wear something grippy. That cellar floor turns into an ice rink when condensation meets spilt mojito. Post-show dance session Starts about 1 a.m. DJs spin soul, funk, Afrobeat—yes, you will body-roll under 18th-century bricks and it will feel weirdly perfect. Hydrate The bar will give you a courtesy glass of water if you ask in Catalan: “Una mica d’aigua, si us plau.” Bonus smile. Why Jamboree Stays on Our Crawl Map Authenticity with a capital “A.” You can pregame on the Rambla, slide into Jamboree for live sax fireworks, then stumble five steps to sister club Sidecar or the reggae den Karma next door. Plus, where else can you watch a 70-year-old pianist shred Monk and then two hours later grind to Burna Boy in the same square metre? Exactly. Need More Night-Magic Reading? Our Sutton staircase saga: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/sutton-barcelona Shôko beachfront chaos: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/shoko-barcelona City Hall techno-in-a-theatre: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/city-hall-barcelona And for Kraków detours, the rum-cellar rant: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/la-bodega-del-ron Ready to Jam IRL? Grab a ticket for Jamboree’s 8 p.m. or 10 p.m. set, or come along with Barcelona Party Animals Pub Crawl the wristband scores you line-skip privileges and zero judgment when you mispronounce “Monk.” Book it here: https://www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/
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Otto Zutz Barcelona – The OG Factory-Turned-Frenzy You Didn’t Know You Needed
Otto Zutz Barcelona Alright, party crew, saddle up. We’ve raged on the beach, stormed old theatres, and flexed that red-rope life at Sutton. Now we’re heading uptown to Otto Zutz, a club that’s been flipping the script since way back in 1985. Yup, that’s older than half my Spotify playlist. It lives inside an old textile factory on Carrer de Lincoln 15, so the second you walk in you’re hit with iron beams, raw brick—straight New-York-loft vibes in Barca’s plush Sant Gervasi hood.(Official club info: Otozutz.com) Why Otto Zutz Is Basically Nightlife History 101 When Otto (or “Ottoo” if you typo like me at 3 a.m.) opened, it was Barcelona’s first industrial-style club—before “warehouse rave” was even a Pinterest board. Two big floors (plus sneaky mezzanines) have been pumping hip-hop, R&B, house and every 2 a.m. banger for almost four decades. Rumour has it everyone from Freddie Mercury to Rihanna has popped by.(More trivia: discotech.me/barcelona/otto-zutz) Three Rooms, Zero Boredom Hot Floor / Main Room – chart killers, sudden confetti blasts, did-someone-just-spray-CO₂ moments. R&B–Hip-Hop Zone – bass that rattles your ribs; pretend you know every lyric to SICKO MODE. Latin / Reggaeton Floor – WARNING: you will attempt a body-roll you’re not flexible enough for. Peek the layout & pics: www.myguidebarcelona.com/nightlife/otto-zutz-club The Crowd & Those Throwback “Tardeo” Sessions Weeknights = student chaos (Thursday is chef’s-kiss). Fridays pull the 20-to-30-somethings chasing Top Hits. Saturdays run a double shift: TARDEO (afternoon classics for the 45-60 crew) then a midnight reset for the night owls. Means you might fist-bump a uni kid at 1 a.m. and salsa-twirl with their mum by 3. Versatile, baby.(Upcoming events: pubcrawlbarcelona.com/otto-zutz) Dress Code? Casual-Chic—Translation: Look Sharp, Ditch the Trackies Guys: collared shirt + jeans + kicks that aren’t Air Jordans. Ladies: literally anything that doesn’t scream “I just left the beach.” The door team isn’t brutal, but rock up in basketball shorts and you’ll be sipping street-corner sangria instead of club cocktails.(Dress-code intel: www.cntraveler.com/bars/barcelona/otto-zutz) Drinks, Tables, VIP Shenanigans Bar drinks hover around €10 (plus/minus the global-economy roller-coaster). Feeling baller? Two VIP lofts perch above the dance floors so you can judge everyone’s footwork from your bottle-service throne. Reserve ahead—Otto loves a planner. Pro Tips From Ya Resident Crawl Captain Rock up ~1 a.m. – before that it’s tumbleweeds; after 2 a.m. the line wraps round Lincoln St. Hydrate or Die-drate – factory walls trap heat like a sauna. Water saves selfies. Phone Service – uptown signal is meh; screenshot your ride-home address. Shoes – those metal stairs will eat flimsy sandals. RIP flip-flop guy of ’23. Eyes Peeled – Barça players & Netflix celebs swing by—act chill, don’t flash. Wanna See How Otto Fits Into the Bigger Party Picture? Glam night at Sutton: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/sutton-barcelona Seafront chaos at Shôko: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/shoko-barcelona Techno-in-a-theatre at City Hall: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/city-hall-barcelona Otto Zutz plugs the “industrial-chic” slot our crawl was missing—now we’ve got beach clubs, Gothic theatres, seaside lounges and warehouse mayhem. Bingo card complete. Ready to Skip the Line & Go Full-Send? Grab your place on the Barcelona Party Animals Pub Crawl—zero queuing, all mischief: www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/ See ya on that concrete dance floor, party beasts. And if you catch me spelling it “Ottoo” again, buy me a drink and we’ll call it even. Cheers!
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Sutton Barcelona The Spot That’ll Make You Feel Like a VIP
Sutton Barcelona Alright, party squad, gather ’round because I’ve got another gem for your must-hit list on our Barcelona pub crawl. We’ve tackled clubs on the beach and dabbled in old theaters, but now we’re stepping into Sutton Barcelona. Trust me, this place is like the crown jewel of Barcelona nightlife. I mean, the second you see those famous stairs, you know you’ve arrived somewhere legendary. So buckle up, because it’s about to get wild. Why Sutton Barcelona is an Absolute Must-See Located right in the center of Barcelona (i.e., you can’t miss it), Sutton Barcelona has been rocking the city’s nightlife since 2001. That’s over two decades of throwing epic parties and hosting A-listers like Bruno Mars, Chris Brown, David Guetta, Calvin Harris... you name it. Think of it this way: if a celebrity is in town and they wanna party, they’re probably hitting Sutton. It’s got that sleek vibe and an even sleeker guest list. What’s the Crowd Like, You Ask? The club usually draws people from about 25 to 40 years old, though you’ll definitely see some nights skew a bit younger or older. The vibe is always on point—like, “Let’s dance till 6am and then somehow go to brunch looking fabulous” on point. No joke, you might see the biggest mix of folks here, from local party animals to big-name international celebs. The Stairs, The Vibe, The “Jewel” So about those stairs. They’re basically the runway of Sutton. You walk in, see that grand staircase, and instantly feel like you’ve just stepped onto the set of a movie. Snap a pic, post it, brag to your friends—this is your “I’ve arrived” moment. Then you’ve got the two big VIP zones:Moët & Chandon VIP: This is the OG VIP area, where the bottles pop all night and the dance floor looks like your kingdom below. It’s exclusive, it’s classy, and it’s everything you imagine VIP life to be. Grey Goose VIP: Under a shower of glittering lights, this zone is pure sophistication. Picture yourself sipping on something fancy while you look out over the dance floor, feeling like the star of the show. Our pub crawl doesn’t go inside the VIP lounge (not usually, anyway), but hey, it’s still fun to peek and see how the fancy folks live. What Makes Sutton So Special? The Tunes: Expect everything from commercial hits and house music to RnB jams, depending on the night. The DJs here know how to keep you bouncing for hours. The Setting: It’s modern, it’s upscale, and it’s got that classic Barcelona flair. The lighting alone is worth writing home about—talk about ambiance. Celebrity Sightings: If you get starstruck easily, brace yourself. Sutton is known for hosting big names. You might rub shoulders with an artist you’ve only ever seen on stage or your favorite Netflix star on a weekend bender. Pro Tips for Your Sutton Night Out Come in Style: Sutton is next-level chic. Leave the flip-flops at home and dress like you’re ready to rub shoulders with a chart-topping DJ.Grab Your Crew: Rolling in alone is fine, but it’s way more fun when you’ve got your squad. Plus, you’ll want someone to snap those Insta-worthy shots on the iconic staircase.Arrive Early-ish: Yes, you read that right. Show up too late and you’ll be stuck outside while the party rages on inside. We usually skip lines thanks to our VIP pass, but trust me, you don’t wanna risk waiting around for too long.Stay Hydrated: I know, I say this in every post, but it’s crucial. Dancing at Sutton is a marathon, not a sprint, and you’re gonna want to keep that energy up.Keep Your Eyes Peeled: Seriously, you never know who you might see here. But also, don’t be that creep with your phone out snapping pics in every direction. Let’s keep it classy, folks. Why Sutton Completes Our Barcelona Pub Crawl Think about it: we’ve hit up beach clubs, underground spots, and converted theaters. Now we’re throwing in an upscale, celebrity-frequented venue that’s basically an institution in Barcelona. Sutton Barcelona is that place you go when you want to feel glamorous and unstoppable—like the next time someone says, “Where did you party last night?” you can casually say, “Oh, Sutton Barcelona. No big deal.” And remember, even if you’re not chilling in the fancy VIP zones, you still get that VIP entrance with us. No standing around like a lost tourist, no awkward “How do I get in?” moments. You just swoop in with the Pub Crawl crew like you own the place, and before you know it, you’re on the dance floor living your best life. Final Words: Make Sutton Your Next Night Out Sutton Barcelona has earned its reputation as one of the top nightclubs in the city. From those signature stairs to the celeb sightings, it’s an experience that’ll make you feel like a rockstar—even if you’re just an ordinary mortal like me. It’s got history, glamor, and a downright electric vibe that keeps people coming back for more. So next time you’re mapping out your Barcelona nights, pencil in Sutton Barcelona. Trust me, you’ll leave with stories you’ll be telling for weeks—and maybe, just maybe, a selfie with your new celebrity BFF. See you on the dance floor, party people. Don’t forget to say hi if you spot me busting out questionable dance moves in the corner. After all, we’re all here to live it up, Sutton-style. Cheers! Check Out My Other Barcelona Club Adventures (Dont Miss Out!) Shôko Barcelona | The Final Stop You Can’t Miss on Our Barcelona Pub Crawl (clik here to see the madness) City Hall Barcelona | The 19th-Century Theater Turned Nightclub You Can’t Miss (I almost got lost in the old theater vibes) Want more epic nights? Join our crawl right here—and yes, we’ll party ’til our feet fall off. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
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Shôko Barcelona | The Final Stop You Can’t Miss on Our Barcelona Pub Crawl
Shôko Barcelona Alright, party animals, buckle up (again). If you thought our night was winding down—think again, buddy. We’re about to hit Shôko Barcelona, and let me tell you, this place is absolutely bananas. Awarded as one of the Top 100 Best Clubs in the World, Shôko sits right on the seafront, where the Mediterranean breeze meets thumping basslines. It’s the kind of spot that makes you say, “Wait, am I in a movie right now?” Spoiler alert: yes, yes you are. Why Shôko is Straight-Up Legendary By day, Shôko might look like a fancy restaurant and lounge (’cause it is), but when darkness falls, everything changes. This place transforms into one of the most seductive and cosmopolitan clubs in Barcelona. You’ve got daily sessions, international artists, and an insane VIP area built for those “pinch-me” moments. Plus, it’s literally a stone’s throw from the beach, which means if you need a break from dancing, you can step outside and let that ocean air slap you awake. Pure bliss. Tonight’s Vibe (Why We Only Waited 4 Minutes) So, story time: normally, we skip lines entirely. I’m talking full-blown VIP swagger—strutting up to the door with zero wait, while everyone else wonders who the heck we are. But tonight? We had to stand there for a whopping 4 minutes. Why? Because the club was absolutely packed, lines stretching all the way down the beach. Seriously, you’d think they were giving out free puppies or something. But let’s be real: 4 minutes is still VIP in my book, especially when we’re rolling with a crew of 50. That’s right, 50. We basically took over a chunk of the line, looked super cool for a few minutes, then waltzed right in. Mission accomplished. Featured Events You Gotta See Shôko hosts some of the wildest parties around, and they’re not shy about switching things up: POP THAT PARTY – 26.03.2025 PURO PERREO – CLARENT – 27.03.2025 BLACK DRAGON – 28.03.2025 PURE SHÔKO – 29.03.2025 LEVEL UP – 30.03.2025 FUCKING MONDAY BY SHÔKO MONDAZE – 31.03.2025 KISS KISS BANG BANG – 01.04.2025 POP THAT PARTY (again!) – 02.04.2025 PURO PERREO – HADES66 – 03.04.2025 BLACK DRAGON (part deux) – 04.04.2025 PURE SHÔKO – 05.04.2025 LEVEL UP – 06.04.2025 Yes, the names are as epic as they sound. Whether you’re into hip-hop, techno, reggaeton, or something I can’t even pronounce, Shôko’s got you covered. They do not mess around with variety. And if you’re anything like me (i.e., you can’t decide on your fave genre), you’ll probably just end up dancing to everything until the sun comes up. No regrets, right? The Atmosphere: Seduction & Skyline One minute you’re vibing to top hits in a sleek, cosmopolitan interior, and the next you’re sneaking a look at the sea from the VIP balcony. Shôko’s got that perfect balance of modern design meets sultry lighting. It’s like stepping into a futuristic lounge, but with enough warmth to feel totally at home—if your home had an insane sound system and a dance floor that never sleeps. Pro Tips to Maximize Your Shôko Experience Keep Your Group TogetherWith a crew of 50, we basically formed our own mini-parade going in. Once you’re inside, pick a meeting spot—Shôko can get busy enough that you might lose that buddy who insisted on one more restroom break. Dress to Impress (and Dance)Shôko is swanky, so look fresh, but also comfortable. You’ll be moving a lot (trust me, you will). Check the Event CalendarEach night at Shôko has its own flavor—whether it’s reggaeton with PURO PERREO or hip-hop meets EDM at POP THAT PARTY. Plan ahead, or just show up and let the DJ decide your fate. Both are equally valid life choices. Grab a Drink, Then AnotherBecause you’re definitely going to need to hydrate (and by hydrate, I obviously mean some combination of water, cocktails, or both). The bar staff here is friendly, fast, and they don’t skimp on the pours. Hit the VIP (If You Can)We’re talkin’ prime seating, next-level bottle service, and an unbeatable view of the whole dance floor—plus the sea beyond it. It’s like having a secret lair in the coolest party on the planet. Final Thoughts: End Your Pub Crawl with a Bang So, you’ve been crawling with us through Barcelona, hitting all the epic bars and clubs—and Shôko is our grand finale. Sure, we only had to wait 4 minutes in line tonight, but that’s a small price to pay for a spot in a club that’s regularly jam-packed with partiers from across the globe. The energy here is off the charts, and I’d swear half the city is inside these walls when the lights go down. From the second we step inside, it’s all about living that VIP life we came for: top-notch music, insane events, and the ocean just a few steps away. If you want a Barcelona night out that’ll blow your mind—and probably your voice from screaming along to the DJ—Shôko is your place. And if you see me on the dance floor, trying to do the salsa to reggaeton (again, no shame in my game), come say hey. We’ll share a laugh, maybe a shot, and dance till dawn. Because that’s what Barcelona nights are all about, right? See you at Shôko, and remember: 4 minutes is still VIP, brother. Cheers to a night you’ll be bragging about for years to come!Interested in any of the other Top barcelona clubs I’ve covered take a look belowPacha Barcelona Opium BarcelonaCity Hall Barcelona And if you’re ready to get amongst the fun - https://www.barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/
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