Those Pubbelly guys.

They’re just so damn... prolific.

As if a pork-belly-filled gastropub wasn’t enough. They went and graced you with bacon sushi and Japanese beers.

But still, you wanted more. You wanted oysters. Sangria. Paella. Housemade sausages, for crying out loud.

So here you go: Barceloneta, the third installment of the Pubbelly empire, opens tomorrow on the western edge of South Beach, ready to envelop you with sultry Catalan cooking and Iberian cocktails.

This is a sprawling, wood-paneled refuge of Mediterranean tapas (you were in the market for a new one) with an open kitchen, a raw bar and a mostly Spanish wine list. You’ll want to gather with your Catalan-accented friends at the 20-seat communal table in the center and commiserate over platters of jamón and glasses of cerveza (like the Barcelona-based Estrella Damm).

But if you’re looking for something more intimate, there are some picnic tables by the window. There, your date can sip a Manzanita (rum, mint, green apple puree) while you have an Azafrán (warning: there are egg whites) and tackle a slew of small plates. Then: some oysters and langoustines on ice, followed by the coca (flatbread topped with foie gras). And then, the finale: butifarra, pork sausage made in-house, spiked with brandy and cream.

Make that grand finale.