So is Terragusto lurking on LTH? Perhaps.
Yes.
with slightly less drama from the staff
No.
A friend asked me yesterday if I knew anything about the restaurant. After telling her I do love the food, I referred her to this thread for some insight on the eccentric service, which she read from start to finish. Her first takeaway: she had better call her friends, since they are notoriously late, and Terragusto is notoriously stringent. She left work early to go anchor a table at the restaurant. She arrived at 5:55 for a 6:30 reservation. The server - a young Greta Garbo, you know the one - greeted her coolly, seated her in the empty restaurant, and didn't say one word to her for the next 40 minutes; no bread offered, no water refilled.
Friend 1 arrived at 6:35, at which point the server brought up policy for the first time: no menus offered for perusal until the full party (three) was seated, and they were lucky she wasn't giving away the reservation right then. Friend 2 arrived at 6:45. The two late arrivals wanted to order the set menu, my friend a la carte. More feather ruffling from the server, but an exception was grudgingly made. Food was ordered at 6:55, and courses started to arrive at 7:30. My friend got the distinct impression that they were being punished for the late order, but the food was spectacular and made up for the frigid service. Bolognese off the charts as usual. (Knowing that everything is handcrafted, I can abide that type of wait, but proffer that a kind word of update halfway through the process can go a long way towards keeping diners happy).
Here ends what the restaurant can be held accountable for, an echo of scores of posts in two threads here: wonderful food, in the context of a room and a staff seemingly designed to let the diner know he or she is barely welcome. Personally, I can live with this, since as I've mentioned in post after post, good food is the bottom line for me.
Here begins the additional drama.
[from my friend's perspective. I expect there will be some Rashomon Effect on this situation if other LTHers were there or we get a report from the staff]
The restaurant starts to fill up while the friends are ordering. At some point, two young women in Cubs gear work their way into the restaurant; there is a night game against the Reds. They have no reservation, but apparently pretend that they're meeting another party, and go into the unisex, single-person bathroom together. The waitress sees this, can't stop them, and goes to get the owner. He emerges, faces the bathroom door, and waits with the waitress. When the two girls emerge, he blocks their egress while the waitress mentions the $30 minimum to even warrant a table when you CAN get a reservation. The girls, getting upset and sassy, try to physically push their way out of the restaurant. The owner admonishes them while slowly walking backwards towards the exit at the front of the restaurant, past all of the diners in the narrow dining room. They finally squirm out the front doorway, and after final unpleasantries, he apologizes to two tables near the door for the drama, but is still livid at the effrontery of the drop-ins.
Things calm. A few moments pass. A sigh from the waitress. The owner walks back towards the kitchen door, but chooses to look briefly into the bathroom. He goes tense with alarm, then turns and runs at full speed through the dining room and out the door after the girls.
Twenty minutes later, my friend decides she can't wait for official sanction to use the facilities, so she heads back to the bathroom. The scene before her: the trendy shelf sink, previously attached to the wall, is in the dead center of the floor, as if broken off by someone sitting on it. The soap dispenser has also been removed from the wall and is on the sink. The window is open to the lively dusk breeze. Water has been splashed liberally around the room.
Turning her back on the mystery, my friend returns to the table. Another ten minutes go by. The owner returns through the front door with two policemen. Two additional cops follow within moments. At all of the surrounding tables, dinner continues merrily. The police eventually depart, and my friends finish their dinner and depart, full of good food, puzzled by everything else that occurred while they dined.
My sympathy is with the Terragusto staff here; nobody should have their own place violated by the uninvited. If a crime was committed, let it be prosecuted. Let pre-sauced fans take better care of their neighborhood. Let honest diners eat in peace. This is the good land, the fruitful ground, the plains of our pride, the
terra gusto. You have a problem with that, I've got a strong-armed owner in mind you can talk to. He also makes a damn good Bolognese.