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10 Unmissable Things to Do in Barcelona (2025 Guide)
10 Unmissable Things to Do! Last updated: May 10 2025 Barcelona is a feast of gothic alleyways, Gaudí daydreams, and golden beaches. If you are piecing together the perfect itinerary, keep scrolling: these are the city hot spots that earn a permanent place on every traveler’s bucket list. 1. La Sagrada Família – Gaudí’s Sky-High Masterpiece Step inside the basilica where light tumbles through kaleidoscope windows and pillars soar like a stone forest. Book skip-the-line tickets in advance; the queues can snake around the block by 9 a.m. 2. Park Güell – Mosaic Playground With a View Think Hansel-and-Gretel cottages, lizard fountains, and postcard city panoramas. Arrive for sunrise and you will have the famous serpentine bench almost to yourself. Pro tip: Free entry before 7 a.m. in low season. 3. Casa Batlló – The Dragon-Back Mansion From the bone-like balconies to the ocean-blue staircase, this remodel shows Gaudí at his most imaginative. Grab the augmented-reality audio guide; it brings the house to life with floating fish and flickering fireplaces. 4. Barri Gòtic (Gothic Quarter) – Medieval Maze Lose the map, follow the music, and you will bump into Roman walls, candlelit tapas bars, and craft-beer hideouts. Plaza del Rei hosts free jazz most weekends. 5. La Rambla – Barcelona’s Living Room Street performers, souvenir stalls, and enough gelato to sink a yacht. Duck into La Boqueria Market for fresh-pressed juice and jamón samples that ruin supermarket ham forever. 6. The Magic Fountain of Montjuïc – Night-Time Light Show From Thursday to Sunday, this 1929 fountain dances to pop playlists in a riot of colour. Pair it with a sunset stroll up Montjuïc for panoramic snaps. 7. Casa Milà (La Pedrera) – Rooftop Warriors in Stone The wavy façade gets the Instagram love, but the rooftop chimneys look like helmeted soldiers guarding the skyline. Night tours finish with a projection show under the stars. 8. Barceloneta Beach – Sand, Sangría, Repeat Morning yoga, midday paella, and late-night DJ sets at the chiringuitos (beach bars). Pack reef-safe sunscreen; Catalan sun shows no mercy. 9. Montjuïc Hill – Castles, Cable Cars, and Olympic Glory Ride the teleférico or tackle the hiking trails. Highlights: Montjuïc Castle cannon views, Joan Miró-filled art museums, and the 1992 Olympic Stadium. 10. Camp Nou – Cathedral of Football Even if you cannot name a single Barça player, the 99,000-seat bowl and trophy-packed museum deliver goosebumps. Tours now include interactive VR moments of Messi magic. Quick-Hit FAQ Question Fast Answer How many days to spend in Barcelona? Three full days cover the icons, five give you beach time and day trips. Do I need advance tickets for Gaudí sites? Yes, especially Sagrada Família and Park Güell. Same-day slots sell out fast. Is Barcelona walkable? Absolutely. Combine walks with the metro for longer hops. Plan Less, Live More Ready to turn that wish-list into reality? Snag your spot on the legendary Barcelona Party Animals Pub CrawlSkip the lines, score drink deals, and meet a squad of instant friends. Grab your ticket now Fuel your wanderlust with more insider guidesDive into our latest blog posts on nightlife, food, and hidden corners you will brag about discovering. Explore the blog Pack comfy shoes, an open mind, and a healthy appetite—Barcelona is waiting.
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What is the etiquette for pub crawls?
Barcelona Party Animals It is essential to be respectful and courteous to everyone on the crawl. Remember, you are all in it to have fun, so keep the vibe friendly and dodge any drama or negativity. The stranger clinking glasses next to you might turn into your future travel buddy or even your soulmate. The golden rule of pub-crawl etiquette Every successful crawl, whether it is a gritty back-street shuffle or our glammed-up Barcelona Party Animals tour, runs on one simple engine: respect. Treat bartenders like the rock stars they are, tip like you already struck gold, and never block the bar or the restroom. If someone spills a drink, hand them a napkin instead of an eye-roll. High-five new friends, introduce yourself to the shy solo traveler, and leave every venue just a little tidier than you found it. Karma points unlocked. What should I wear to a pub crawl? Think fashion-forward mixed with dance-all-night comfort. For the femmes: high-waisted jeans, a crop top and bright white sneakers keep ankles happy without killing the look. Feeling extra? Swap the denim for a flowy midi skirt, toss on a graphic tee and finish with chunky sandals. Instant effortless cool.For the gents: a casual button-down (yes, iron it) paired with dark denim and fresh kicks says, “I respect myself and the dress code.” Bonus points for a lightweight jacket you can knot around your waist once the dance floor turns tropical. What should you wear to a bar crawl? | BCL Google brought you here for outfit ideas, so welcome to the BCL cheat sheet: Layers – Mediterranean nights swing from balmy streets to arctic air-con. A denim or bomber jacket you can ditch is your best wingman. Pockets and cross-body bags – You will need free hands for raising glasses and throwing shapes. Leave the backpack at the hostel. Statement piece – Funky earrings, neon socks or a hat that screams “spot me later.” Your crew will thank you when everyone scatters. Breathable fabrics – Cotton, linen or a performance blend. You will log more steps than your fitness app can handle. Always check venue dress codes, especially for that high-end club finale. Our guides give you the heads-up so no one gets bounced at the velvet rope. How long to spend at each pub on a pub crawl? About half an hour sipping, chatting and soaking in the vibe, plus a quick stroll to the next bar. Long enough to finish your drink, short enough to keep momentum. Rolling with a massive group? Add five minutes for the inevitable “Where is Alex?” moment when Alex is busy petting the resident bar dog. Why do people like pub crawls? Social connection. A crawl is basically speed-dating for friendships (and sometimes romance). You show up with a built-in squad of adventure seekers, primed for laughs and zero judgment when your karaoke jumps an octave too high. Travelers love crawls for instant local intel; locals love meeting fresh faces. Combine drink specials, zero logistics stress and a hype crew guiding the way and you get nightlife alchemy. Rapid-fire etiquette pro tips Hydrate or hibernate: alternate every boozy beverage with water. Tomorrow-you sends thanks. Mind the volume: street shouting can earn noise fines. Save your roar for inside. Ask before photos: not everyone wants their dance face immortalized online. Respect personal space: two-step, do not body-check. Pay your share promptly: nothing kills crawl chemistry faster than bill math drama. Know your limits: pace yourself. Nobody applauds an early-night flame-out. The unexpected magic of kindness Kindness multiplies fun. Chat up the bartender about their favorite local IPA. Compliment a stranger’s vintage band tee. Offer a spare umbrella if rain tries to crash the party. Tiny gestures create giant memories and unlock hidden adventures. I once scored a rooftop after-party invite purely because I lent a phone charger to a tourist who turned out to be the guest DJ. New friend, new playlist, epic sunrise. Final cheers: your night, your story Follow these etiquette nuggets, rock that killer BCL outfit, linger just long enough at each pub and soak up those instant connections, and your crawl will become the storyline everyone retells at brunch (or, let’s be real, four-pm breakfast). Whether you are clinking glasses in a centuries-old tavern or tearing up a space-age dance floor, remember why you are there: legendary memories, zero negativity and a crew you can brag about meeting. Ready to crawl Barcelona like a pro? Grab your Barcelona Party Animals ticket right here and secure your spot on the next epic night out! Hungry for more nightlife inspo? Dive into my other club adventures on the blog and map out your next legendary evening!
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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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