This place is Pulp Fiction and The Sunday Times combined and it’s well worth a read. Located just a few minutes walk south of Plaza del Sol and Travesera De Gracia it’s the perfect ‘on the way to anywhere’ kinda spot, and for that reason, we’re into it.
The walls and ceilings are plastered in newspaper in this tiny space and the menu is scrawled on a large mirror in something that looks like red and black lipstick (an expensive choice of instrument if it changes regularly). At the back of the room model aeroplanes are decoration against tiger print fur and the mezzanine level is handily close to the bar, meaning you can dangle down and order your drinks without budging anywhere, props.
Mood lighting and retro contraptions behind the bar plus a seriously cool playlist remind BarChick of the 80's, by the end of happy hour we were dancing like Uma and singing like Travolta and if that’s not a party starter we don’t know what is.