All you eat is love

The name 'All you eat is love' sounds like something a soft-spoken yoga instructor would whisper while charging you forty euros for a glass of lukewarm swamp water. It’s the kind of title that usually triggers my internal 'tourist trap' alarm, sending me running for the nearest smoke-filled bodega. But here’s the thing about Barcelona: sometimes the most suspiciously named joints are the ones holding the line against the bland, corporate mediocrity creeping into the city. Located on Carrer de la Marina, in that gritty, transitional stretch of Sant Martí where the industrial ghosts of the past meet the tech-bro future, this place is doing something remarkably difficult. They’re making vegan food that doesn’t taste like a compromise.

Walking in, you realize quickly that this isn't a temple of pretension. It’s a tight, high-energy operation where the air smells of toasted spices and fresh citrus rather than patchouli. It’s small, often crowded, and vibrates with the kind of frantic efficiency you only find in places that actually have something worth waiting for. You aren't here for white tablecloths or a waiter who will explain the 'journey' of your carrot. You’re here because you’re hungry and you want food that hits the pleasure centers of your brain without the post-meal meat sweats.

The menu is a tactical strike of plant-based hits. Let’s talk about the tacos. In a city where 'Mexican food' can often be a tragic misunderstanding involving canned corn and sadness, the tacos here are a revelation. Whether they’re using jackfruit that’s been braised until it mimics the pull of slow-cooked pork, or Heura—that local Catalan plant-based protein that has managed to baffle even the most committed carnivores—the result is the same: a messy, drippy, flavor-packed experience. The tortillas hold up under the weight of vibrant salsas and perfectly ripe avocado, providing that essential tactile satisfaction that only comes from eating with your hands.

Then there are the wraps and poke bowls. Usually, a 'healthy wrap' is a dry, depressing tube of disappointment. Not here. They’re stuffed to the point of structural failure with ingredients that actually taste like they were grown in soil rather than a laboratory. The poke bowls are a riot of color and texture—crunchy edamame, marinated tofu that’s actually absorbed some personality, and dressings that provide the necessary acidic kick to keep things interesting. It’s the kind of 'health food' that feels like a reward rather than a punishment.

The crowd is a cross-section of the neighborhood: digital nomads hunched over laptops, locals grabbing a quick fuel-up before heading toward the beach at Bogatell, and the occasional skeptic who was dragged here by a vegan girlfriend and is currently realizing, with some confusion, that he’s actually enjoying himself. The service is fast, bordering on blunt, which is exactly how it should be. They don’t have time to coddle you; they have tacos to sling.

Is it perfect? No. If you’re looking for a quiet, romantic spot to whisper sweet nothings, the clatter of the kitchen and the proximity of your neighbor’s elbow might ruin the mood. It can get loud, it can get hectic, and if you show up at peak hours, you might be cooling your heels on the sidewalk. But that’s the price of entry for a place that refuses to be boring. In a world of 'best vegan Barcelona' lists that are often filled with overpriced fluff, All you eat is love is a reminder that good food is about soul, seasoning, and not being afraid to get a little sauce on your shirt. It’s honest, it’s vibrant, and it’s one of the few places in Sant Martí that makes you feel better walking out than you did walking in.