A cool not-in-NYC-anymore feel at this tiny, divey Hell's Kitchen tapas bar. The smell of incense fills the joint while regulars at the bar sample chorizo and watch Spanish TV news. Drink an Estrella with Guillermo and listen to some stories, then ask for the fresh tapas he chefs up until the wee hours. Good sangria, a variety of characters, and a laidback vibe. Killer jukebox, too.