A Quiet Pint
Rain or shine, there’s always a stool free, the game on the telly, and no one asking why you’re here alone.
For over 25 years, Cheers has been Barcelona’s gathering place — where strangers become locals, locals become family, and every visit feels like coming home.
Cheers Irish Pub · Est. 2000 · Barcelona
In 2000, Sam and Sarah O’Brien arrived in Barcelona with a simple conviction: the city needed a proper Irish pub. Not a theme bar dressed in shamrocks, but a real local — the kind where the barman knows your name and your pint is already pulling before you sit down.
They found a space in the Eixample, rolled up their sleeves, and built Cheers from the floor up. They sourced the bar stools from a shuttered pub in Cork, hung the TV screens themselves, and on opening night served eighteen pints to four people. One of those four still drinks here every Friday.
A quarter of a century later, Sam and Sarah are still behind the bar — older, slightly greyer, and still convinced it was the best decision they ever made.
“We never set out to build a business. We set out to build somewhere that felt like home. The business followed.”
“The best pubs don’t just serve drinks.
They serve belonging.”
Rain or shine, there’s always a stool free, the game on the telly, and no one asking why you’re here alone.
Shoulder to shoulder, roaring in six languages, one team. This is what the screens were made for.
When the music fades, the conversations that matter are only just beginning.
It’s not the décor. It’s not the tap list. It’s the people.
Sam and Sarah haven’t sold out, scaled up, or franchised. Cheers is still the pub they built in 2000, shaped by every regular who ever pulled up a stool and stayed a little longer than they planned. No corporate brief has ever touched this place, and none ever will.
Served the proper way. The two-part pour. The rest. Every single time. We’ve never rushed a Guinness and we’re not about to start now.
Football, rugby, GAA, Six Nations — if it’s on, it’s on here. Multiple screens, proper sound, and a crowd that actually cares.
Barcelona is a city of transients. Cheers is a constant. Most regulars are recognised — and genuinely remembered — within their first few visits.
No dress code. No attitude. Just good company, honest drink, and the kind of conversation that keeps the night running past your intentions.
Twenty-five years of stories, told by the people who lived them.
I moved to Barcelona knowing nobody. Within a month of finding Cheers, I had a group. Five years on, half of them were at my wedding.
“Walked in during the 2002 World Cup, planning to stay for one match. Walked out three hours later with four new friends. That was twenty-four years ago.”
“Sam remembered my usual order on my second visit. That’s when I knew this was different from every other expat bar in the city.”
“We’ve held birthday parties, farewell drinks, and one absolutely legendary retirement celebration here. It handles every occasion without even trying.”
Twenty-five years. Thousands of stories. One pub.
Come add yours.