First, there’s Bar Terra. It’s either: A) the cozy Italian speakeasy where you and your date will linger over predinner Campari-spiked daiquiris, or B) the cozy Italian speakeasy where you and some friends will linger over those fried cheese curds with giardiniera aioli and Nashville hot chicken wings. Making it one of the most versatile Italian speakeasies of the modern era.
Then, there’s the Vine. You’ve walked through the bar to arrive in a sizable dining room dressed up in dark woods and ornate tiles. A menu appears, boasting duck confit ricotta gnocchi and slow-roasted pork osso buco, plus Ms. Singh’s 80-strong wine list. Things aren’t not going well.
Together, they make Terra & Vine. “Aha…,” said probably no one.