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The arrival of chips and salsa at the start of a Spanish meal is a pretty good indicator you’re in out-of-towner territory. Salon de Tapas, an offshoot of the long-running Café Español around the corner, hits its Bleecker Street demographic squarely. Bacalao croquettes with the cafeteria look of fish sticks are served diner-style, with tartar sauce. The red sauce that accompanies the patatas bravas splits the difference between marinara and ketchup. Green and black olives, stabbed with cornichons, taste straight from the can. Nevertheless, portions are sizeable by tapas standards, with ample dishes stacked vertically on black racks. Lamb chops are a highlight, seared in a savory paprika, red wine, and garlic sauce and sprinkled with parsley. The tortilla is the real Spanish deal, a golden potato-and-egg pie with a home-cooked taste courtesy of its blackened bottom. A tiny rear garden is brightened by colorful rustic murals, but the restaurant’s interior is no more inventive than its name: Beige walls are decorated with iron sconces and an oversize photograph of Toledo, Spain, which may come as a welcome touch to the tourists from Toledo, Ohio. — Ethan Wolff

Lamb chops, $11