The night started early, around 5 o’clock in the afternoon, when we went to eat on a terrace/restaurant recommended by a friend. Then, we received a phone call from Leticia, who invited us over. There was smoking and dancing and mojito mixing all night, waiting for the fireworks to start at the Barceloneta beach (the city was celebrating La Merce).
We never made it to the beach, but down town, late, very, very late. Teo was getting curious about everything: why the police carried around dogs? Why are there so many people on the street at 1 o’clock in the morning? What was that cocktail made of (we were in a Mexican bar)?
At one point, we just gave up and headed home. We weren’t drunk, but very tired and suffocated with smoke. All the way to Plaza de Catalonia (from calle Princesa), we chatted and laughed. Then we become thirsty. So we looked for a place where they served beers at that very young hour of the morning.
That’s how the Ovella Negra (‘black sheep’, in Catalan) entered the circuit where I take my friends for a fresh cold beer, big enough to remind them of home (where the normal beer is a pint, not a little glass).
And here it is: the place is extremely cool, old and well renovated (to keep up the right impression), with cheap beer and interesting menu (some tapas).
Cheap, cheap, cheap and fresh beer.
For the beer-haters, they have sangria and other fancy stuff, like leche de pantera (I would really not spoil this for you, making sure you will like it if you are into mixing milk with alcohol!).
For the heavy drinkers, there are good offers for large amounts of beers. As for the sober ones, just here to enjoy the atmosphere, there are memorabilia (pins and t-shirts) and darts/table footbal.