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Buenos Aires meets Barcelona at this ambient restaurant that attracts a model-y, cocktail-swilling crowd with groove-spinning DJs and a lively bar scene. Recessed lights cast a soft glow onto chocolate-hued banquettes, flickering candles sit on shelves built into brick walls, and heavy brown curtains muffle the beer-fueled antics outside on First Avenue. Dark-wood panels are carved with the leafy branches of the zarzamora, or blackberry bush, after which the place is named. As for the food, “the meats are from Argentina, and the tapas from Spain,” says Spaniard Mario Larrea, one of two co-owners, all with roots in the club industry. The fusion fare manages to upstage its sexy surroundings. Citrusy ceviches, including sweet lobster are studded with diced mango. The juicy Patagonian rib eye satisfies, as do the crocantitos, crispy calamari drizzled in honey. The make-your-own sangrias, spiked with coconut rum and peach puree, ensure sauced merriment well into the night. — AnneLise Sorensen

The kitchen closes nightly at 11 p.m.

Langosta ceviche, $12; crocantitos, $9; ojo de bife Patagonia, $25