I wish I could give this zero stars, in the sense that this place is not negative or positive, it just Is. Barcelona is the simultaneously the most awesome and the very worst club I've ever been to.
There's some sort of Zen shit going on in this space where I should have been having the worst time of my life, but instead I was madly in love with this bar and its motley crew of inhabitants.
The "band" is wildly entertaining yet I also want to open up on them with a flame thrower.
The men are equal parts hot and cheesy.
The drinks are strong but taste awful.
I would go here once a month if I lived in Scottsdale, as a sort of barometer for...something. As long as I know a place like Barcelona still exists, I know that the universe still holds mysteries that I'm not ready to comprehend.
But you'd have to be fucking nuts to eat here.