Terri

Hey fuckers, this review is for a place called Terri in the Flatiron District. I had a job interview around here and I was an hour early. I needed to carb up because I could not get a chub no matter how hard I tried. I was not going to be interviewed with my doughnut flaccid, so I needed to reverse barf some garbage to get my stoagie to a hornbloat if not a perfect squarecut. If you have no idea what I'm talking about please go here.

Terri is a super hip, semi-faggy sandwich place that serves all vegan junk. They have salads and wraps but who the fuck eats those? I came here to fucking CARB HARD. I ordered the Bacon Cheddar Chicken Ranch Sandwich. If you aren't aware by now, the best foods always have the longest names; the longer the name, the more crap they have crammed in there.

This sandwich was okay. Right down the middle, not too great, not too crappy. The meats they use are all frozen Asian market craps, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, they just don't do anything too fancy with it. The ranch they use is a garlic fuckfest. It's like if you passed out at a frat party and awoke to two dudes railing on you with giant garlic cloves for shlongs. Some people like garlic, but I'm a werewolf and I'm allergic to it.

2.5/5 Plunges

Terri
60 W 23rd St
(between 5th Ave & East 23rd St)
New York, NY 10010