Because I like real Mexican food so much, I’ve always felt that Tex-Mex was just a scam. But eventually I decided to try this style of cooking, just to see how it actually is. If Tex-Mex cuisine is anything like the cooking at Tortilla Flats: it would have gone out of style years ago. If I was given a time machine, I would use it to stop myself from eating there (of course, I would be breaking about a dozen time-travel laws, but you see my point).
There are only two reasons why I would eat here again. One, because I was paid a lot to do so… and two, there has been an apocalypse and this is the only food left.
The food came to the table so incredibly fast, that when I first saw the waiter with the plates I thought it was for another table. The plates (the actual dinnerware) were hot but the food was cold. Which means they either used a microwave or a magnifying glass and a lamp. Nana got the Enchiladas, unfortunately for her. There was some sort of gluttonous starchiness to the filling with hardly any actual chicken pieces. The refried beans were unlike any other we’ve ever had. They had some vinegary sourness to them.
I’ve never had a real Chimichanga in my life but this one was essentially just a “Pizza Pocket”. You know when you go to a learning institution and the cafeteria is filled with frozen food products? The rice was so bland when I tasted it, I thought that the yellow could only have come from food colouring.
The reason I picked this sandwich was because there was Pico de Gallo on it. At least that was what the menu said. Apparently a few token tomatoes count as Pico de Gallo. The steak sauce that the menu promised was non-existent. To be fair, the steak was at least actually cooked and not microwaved, but it simply lacked that extra flavour that should be there. Despite looking home-made, the taste of the fries reminded me of something you’d get at a fast-food chain. Just cold, dead potatoes with too much salt on top.
Aha!!! The enchilada’s in their true form. Nana just couldn’t eat anymore. And we did not get a to-go box.
A teenager, a microwave and the frozen food aisle at the grocery store could out-cook this place.
Tortilla Flats 485 Queen Street W