You get to dine with very cool ghosts when you have a meal here–Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Andy Warhol, and other big arts and music names all were regulars back in their days. The restaurant opened in 1930, and though the current version is smaller than the original, it has many original features, and it’s still a kitschy delight, with its Don Quixote mural, and statuettes of the delusional knight all around the bar. The eatery is attached to the historic Chelsea Hotel, and that’s a big, big draw: This place gets crowded, even though the quality of the food is uneven. Some dishes, like fabulously crunchy fennel salad and the simple but effective pan con tomate (toast rubbed with garlic and tomato) knock it out of the park, while other classics (patatas bravas, croquettes, a toasted pasta dish known as fiduea) are merely okay. My suggestion: Come and sit at the bar instead of doing a full dinner; you can have a glass of refreshing sangria, maybe a bit of finger food, and a heaping helping of nostalgia.