EatMyTrip Brunch & Bakery Consell

If you’re looking for a quiet, contemplative corner to nurse a black coffee and read the morning paper, keep walking. EatMyTrip is not that place. This is a high-octane, sugar-crusted, unapologetically theatrical riot of excess located on the recently pedestrianized Carrer del Consell de Cent—Barcelona’s new 'Superilla' playground for the hungry and the photogenic. It is a place where the brunch classics have been taken out back, stripped down, and rebuilt into something far more ambitious and, frankly, a little bit insane.

You’ll see the queue before you see the sign. It’s a multi-national huddle of people staring at their phones, waiting for the privilege of sitting in a room that smells like roasting coffee and toasted brioche. In a city where 'brunch' can often be a lazy shorthand for overpriced avocado toast, EatMyTrip—founded by Genia, a woman who clearly decided that more is definitely more—actually puts in the work. They aren't just plating food; they’re staging a production.

Let’s talk about the 'Macho Pancakes.' Most places give you a stack of batter and some syrup. Here, you get a towering construction of American-style pancakes, topped with a literal cloud of pink cotton candy that looks like something out of a Dr. Seuss fever dream. It’s ridiculous. It’s over-the-top. And yet, once you fight your way through the sugar floss, the pancakes are actually good—fluffy, substantial, and not just a vehicle for the toppings. Then there’s the 'Alps Benedict.' This isn't your grandmother’s hollandaise. It’s a mountain of slow-cooked pork, poached eggs, and a truffle-infused cheese sauce that hits you like a freight train. It’s heavy, it’s decadent, and it’s exactly what you want when you’ve spent the previous night exploring the darker corners of El Raval.

The atmosphere is a controlled chaos. Baristas are slamming portafilters, plates of bright acai bowls are flying out of the kitchen, and the air is thick with the chatter of expats and tourists who have all seen the same viral videos. It’s easy to be cynical about 'Instagrammable' food, but the truth is, the kitchen here has a soul. They roast their own coffee, they bake their own pastries, and they don't cut corners on the ingredients. The specialty coffee is legit—acidic, bright, and strong enough to jumpstart a dead battery.

Is it a tourist trap? No. A tourist trap serves garbage to people who don't know better. EatMyTrip serves high-quality, creative food to people who are willing to wait for it. The service is surprisingly efficient given the madness, though don't expect the staff to have time for a long chat about the weather. They are in the weeds, and they are moving fast.

Go early if you value your sanity, or go late and accept the wait as part of the ritual. If you’re a purist who thinks eggs should only be served with a side of silence, stay away. But if you want a protein-heavy, sugar-shocked, technicolor start to your day in the heart of Eixample, this is the spot. Just don't be the person who spends twenty minutes taking photos while the eggs get cold. Eat the food. It deserves that much respect.