Torres del Paine Restaurant — Restaurant in Barcelona

During our vacation in Barcelona, my Chilean wife and I, together with two Chilean friends living in the city, visited Restaurant Torres del Paine, a place we had been very excited to try. Living in Copenhagen, authentic Chilean food is almost impossible to find, so the thought of enjoying it here was truly special.

The restaurant itself feels like a little slice of Chile in Barcelona. The décor is warm and inviting, crowned by a stunning wall mural depicting Chilean history, which immediately set the tone for an authentic experience.

The food was nothing short of spectacular. We started with sopaipillas con pebre, perfectly crisp and flavorful. For mains, I had Carne al vacío con papas fritas a lo pobre, the meat was juicy, tender, and cooked to perfection. Our friends enjoyed Pastel de choclo, while my wife ordered Carne mechada. After one bite of hers, I couldn’t resist ordering it for myself as well, it was that good. To drink, we had Micheladas and Piscolas, bringing us straight back to Chile.

The emotional highlight of the evening was seeing the three Chileans I was with nearly brought to tears, eating Chilean food so far from home was deeply moving for them. As a Scandinavian with a love for Latin American cuisine, and Chilean food in particular, I felt I was in heaven.

We finished by sharing a decadent Torta Tres Leches, and left completely full, amazed by both the flavors and the warm, welcoming staff.

This is truly an amazing restaurant that I can’t recommend highly enough. We’re already promising ourselves to return on our next visit...

Muy buena comida, personal muy amable - precio calidad impresionante.

We knew this restaurant previously as 'Carnibal' so I was a little confused by the change of name, but:

We first went here with a Groupon internet discount offer and the food and service were so good we told the owner and staff we would definitely be back.

This great Chilean restaurant isn’t in the most salubrious part of Barcelona – in fact the area, Raval, close to Las Ramblas is pretty grim and dodgy and I wouldn’t want to go for dinner although lunch is fine – but the food is great! The roast artichokes, with semi-spicy sauce and garlic are amazing starters.

The menu options can be found online, but we went for roast artichokes and various types of flame-grilled beef (vacio and entraña – although these may be South American terms) which came with a bottle of good wine from Aragón and included coffee – all for a total €25.

We went back a second time and the deal was exactly the same and equally as good. This time the owner and the waitress remembered us so the atmosphere was friendlier, especially as we were good to our word and returned.

We went back a third time quite recently and did things ‘off book’ with the restaurant – we didn’t have to book online, just call and arrange a day and time to have the same offer as we were told he would always find us a table even if it might appear fully-booked online.

Somewhere we are definitely considering going back to again even though it is a bit of a trek from home just for lunch, but the food, staff and value make it...

A un paso de la inquieta Rambla, se encuentra un largo y angosto restaurante llamado Torres del Paine. El nombre, un eco de la geografía chilena, evoca la extensión de un país que abraza océano y cordillera. Allí, entre risas que se entrelazan con los acentos de los chilenos y los curiosos, se forma un murmullo constante que, aunque lleno de vida, deja espacio para las conversaciones íntimas.

Al llegar, es probable que te reciba Juan o María José, los dueños y almas del lugar. Su presencia parece habitar todos los rincones del restaurante a la vez. Ellos no solo atienden, sino que observan, cuidan y ajustan, como un director de orquesta que asegura que cada plato esté en perfecta armonía.

El ritual comienza, como todo en la vida, con un primer sorbo. Un pisco sour, ese elixir que equilibra la acidez con el dulzor, coronado por una espuma ligera que apenas cubre el golpe directo del alcohol. Cada trago es una promesa, un preludio a lo que está por venir. Luego, llegan las empanadas de camarón con queso: un bocado que no busca la elegancia, sino la verdad. La masa frita cruje antes de derramarse el queso entre los dedos, recordándote que el placer genuino rara vez se presenta limpio o pulcro.

Como plato principal, siempre voy por lo mismo. No porque falten opciones, sino porque a veces lo clásico no necesita mejorar: carne mechada con puré. La carne se deshace como si hubiese pasado horas esperando este momento; y el puré, suave y reconfortante, la acompaña como un viejo amigo que no necesita decir nada para que lo entiendas. Lo acompaño con una copa de Carmenère, ese vino que, como un fantasma, desapareció del mundo solo para encontrar su refugio en Chile. Terroso, audaz, y con esa sensación de que estás bebiendo algo que tiene una historia que contar

Y luego, el cierre perfecto: la torta de lúcuma, un fruto tan desconocido para algunos como la nostalgia misma. Dulce, terrosa, con una textura que parece un susurro en el paladar. No es solo un postre, es un epílogo, el último acorde de una sinfonía que no busca impresionar, sino conmover.

En Torres del Paine, no solo comes; existes. Cada detalle del lugar, desde el mural que despliega el alma de Chile y el murmullo constante de las mesas, te envuelve en una atmósfera que parece contenerlo todo: un trozo de carne que se deshace como el tiempo, un vaso de vino que guarda secretos del fin del mundo, un rincón donde el caos de las risas y las palabras se entrelaza con el silencio de quienes buscan algo más que comida..., quizá un...