Our Cannabis Club Story
Barcelona Coffeeshop started the way most decent things start, with a small group of friends who were tired of the same options. We had been to enough clubs across the city to know what worked and what did not. The good ones felt like a friend's living room. The bad ones felt like a waiting room with worse lighting. So we opened our own. The idea was simple. Treat people well, source flower we would actually smoke ourselves, hire staff who know the difference between selling weed and serving members, and keep the door closed to anyone who does not respect the space. That was the start. We have grown since then, but the rules have not changed.
What We Believe
We believe a cannabis club should feel like a place, not a transaction. We believe budtenders should know their menu cold. We believe in cleaning the bongs more often than the law strictly requires. We believe in saying no to people who walk in already too drunk or too rude. And we believe that if you are coming all the way to Barcelona for the cannabis culture, you deserve more than fluorescent lights and a tired Gelato.
The Team
Our team is small and most of us have been here from the start. Between us we speak Spanish, Catalan, English, French, Italian and a useful amount of Portuguese. Several of us have worked harvests, run grow rooms, or spent time in Amsterdam coffeeshops, so the menu conversations tend to be the real kind.
We also work with a network of legal Spanish growers who supply the club. We visit the gardens. We taste before we buy. Nothing makes the menu just because it is cheap or trendy.
The Space
The club is built around comfort. Soft seating, a long bar, decent ventilation, and lighting that does not make you feel like you are in an airport. There are quieter corners for reading or working, a bigger central area for groups, and a dispensary counter where you can take your time and ask questions.
We do not allow loud music after a certain hour, we do not allow filming inside without permission, and we do not allow bags or cameras to be left unattended. Standard club etiquette, nothing surprising.



