It's Friday night, nearly 11. Somehow, a party of four has come into Tilia and managed to order full meals—complicated stuff, like cod with miso-soy glazed turnips and carrots, black trumpet mushrooms, and white truffle fonduta—even though the kitchen was supposed to have switched over to its simpler late-night menu an hour ago. Through some sort of miscommunication or special request, the server apparently allowed it, and now he's leaning his tattooed forearms on the kitchen's... More >>>