Monterrey

Dined in on match day, pretty crowded but good service overall.

It’s not fancy but the staff is super cool and nice. Burgers are surprising good (get egg and onion added). Friendly with my kids and always seems to be room. No patio, which is a downside. The rest makes up for it.

Quick service and serving. Warm waiter. Simple and delicious dishes.

Friendly bar with superb service. Serves tapas and platos combinados (plated meals)

Nice neighborhood bar, good service and not too expensive

A veces Barcelona te regala pequeñas películas sin avisar. Era un sábado de otoño, sol amable y viento que huele a pan y aceitunas. Caminando por las callecitas de Sarrià, me topé con el mercado: puestos de quesos, ropa, aceitunas… y entre todo eso, el Bar Monterrey. Uno de esos bares que aún resisten, con mesas pequeñas, voces familiares y un aire de “aquí se viene desde siempre”. La terraza estaba llena, pero vi a un señor de unos ochenta años sentado solo. Le pregunté si podía compartir mesa. Me sonrió y dijo: “Claro que sí”. Se llamaba Giuseppe, nacido en Sigles, vecino de Sarrià de toda la vida. Entre charla y charla apareció Paco, el camarero, que junto a Giuseppe me recomendó un plato combinado y una caña. Pasamos un rato largo hablando de España, de Latinoamérica, de la vida. Nada planeado, todo perfecto. El tipo de tarde que te recuerda por qué los bares de barrio son el corazón de una ciudad. Volvería sin pensarlo. Sometimes Barcelona gives you a small film without warning. It was a sunny autumn Saturday — warm light, cool breeze, the smell of bread and olives floating through the narrow streets of Sarrià. I stumbled upon the local market: cheese stands, clothes, olives, chatter… and then, Bar Monterrey. One of the few true neighborhood bars still standing — small tables, familiar voices, time moving at its own pace. The terrace was full, but there was an older gentleman, maybe in his eighties, sitting alone. I asked if I could share the table. He smiled and said, “Of course, you’re very welcome.” His name was Giuseppe, born in Sigles, a lifelong Sarrià local. Soon Paco, the waiter, joined in, they both suggested I go for the plato combinado and a cold caña. We spent a long time talking about Spain, Latin America, and everything in between. Nothing planned, everything perfect. The kind of afternoon that reminds you why local bars are the real soul of a city. I’d go back in a heartbeat.

Definitely the best neighborhood bar around here. Cozy unassuming atmosphere. A regular here

Best dirty burger in town. Chicago with cheeeeeese, please.