Extra Bar

Extra Bar: Gràcia in a Shot Glass—Messy, Loud, and Weirdly Irresistible

Extra Bar feels less like a restaurant than a neighborhood compressed into four walls. It’s small, casual, noisy, a touch chaotic—sometimes not especially clean—yet unmistakably welcoming. The room has that Gràcia energy: everyone close enough to overhear a joke, the air thick with conversation, the evening running on laughter as much as food.

What you eat is good, if rarely subtle. There’s a noticeable leaning toward the fryer, and the griddle can run a little oil-happy, which occasionally blurs flavors into a kind of delicious sameness. Still, the kitchen usually lands the plane: things arrive hot, satisfying, and better than the sum of their shortcuts. You’re not here for culinary fireworks; you’re here for a steady hum of pleasure.

Wine operates on its own logic. There’s no formal list—bottles live up high, lined along shelves near the ceiling like a quirky installation. You can find something decent, though not often something thrilling, and the glassware isn’t built for reverence anyway.

Extra Bar is paradoxical: taken individually, almost nothing fully convinces us. And yet we leave comfortable, amused, and oddly eager to return—which we do, often.

Clean: 5/10
Comfort: 5/10

Food: 7/10

Wine: 6/10

Service: 8/10

The Experience: 7.5/10

Price: 30€/pax