Terra Italian


I’ve never been a fan of the hard sell. If I’m browsing, I don’t need some damn person in my face telling me the benefits of anti-lock brakes, teflon or medium-weight MDF. If I want your advice or expert opinion, I’ll ask you. This is why I was so taken aback when I stopped to look at Terra’s lunch specials board outside their place and a nice looking young lady walked out with menus and told us that she could seat us. “Funny,” I thought, “I don’t recall actually walking into your restaurant.” How bad must this place suck if they have some hottie come out and accost possible patrons on the damn sidewalk? Well, not as bad as you’d think. The oddest part was that once this Jennifer Connelly-lookin’ hostess seated us, she went back to standing like a powered-down robot behind a little podium, never again to emerge. The food was both inexpensive and reasonably good. I had some sort of spaghetti with meat sauce that left me in a food coma for the rest of the afternoon. The space has a little bit of a wedding factory feel to it, but the linen napkins and snappy service made for a pleasant, if not lonely, lunch-time experience. [MF]

939 8th Ave.