Matilda

A solid Italian-Mexican fusion eatery would have been a lovely addition to the East Village…if it had been any good. The doorway, draped in a hot-pink animal print, exhibited the first sign of questionable taste. The fare was equally dubious, including a sloppy plate of pecorino and huitlacoche “fusion nachos”—and a dry, too-spicy lamb shank. But Matilda’s greatest weakness was its staff. A server faced with a simple request for a receipt strutted off toward the kitchen snarling, “At-ti-tude!” Attitude, indeed.