Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined

We stopped in at a little joint Sunday afternoon down in the West Village, Tortilla Flats, hereafter referred to as the place with the worst service.  Ever. Our party of three arrived at what I think of as the "shoulder season" of dining hours, around 3:30 or so.  There was a distinct lack of greeting … Continue reading Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined