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Flor de Sol may be in celeb-saturated Tribeca, but that long line of double-parked town cars out front are reserved for Wall Street social climbers, not the Hollywood vanguard. Yet even a clamoring, conservative clientele can't dampen this Spanish tavern's seductive air. The dark and cavernous room resembling a medieval boudoir, with wrought-iron chandeliers that cast flattering shadows, certainly helps add to the mystique. Competent, unobtrusive service, generous pitchers of sangria, bossa nova beats, and savory tapas conducive to lingering also seal the deal. Plump crustaceans arrive dotted with fiery crimson specks; red peppers and plantains transform marinated anchovies into slender works of art; and tangy artichokes get an attitude adjustment from robust bits of Serrano ham. Despite obligatory appearances by paella and jamon, the menu has Continental and pan-Latin influences felt in entrees like bacon-wrapped filet mignon and a wonderfully dense and sticky tres leches dessert is a decadent nightcap to be sure. — Carla Spartos

Mon.—Fri., 4 p.m.—7 p.m., half-priced tapas at the bar, $5 beer and $6 glasses of red and white sangria

Live Music
Wed., 7:30 p.m.—10:30 p.m., featuring flamenco music and dancing

Camarones diablo, $13; paella valenciana, $28