Terry's feels like the neighborhood hideaway. The tavern where local homeowners escape dinner duty and local DINKS go to feel unpretentious comfort. I say this because as Terry's clock closed in on six o'clock, the place was packed for dinner. Not necessarily with the typical toothless mullets, but with bright eyed couples aging from 25 to 85. These people were coming in for food, not drunkenness.  A gravel parking lot, an obscene amount of retro beer swag hanging from the walls, and an actual keg tied to the ceiling was enough to call this place a dive. What caught my attention were the generous wine pours. The bartender filled the glass to the rim. That's right, no half-glass half-ass pour; this one was all the way to the rim. Terry's Office Tavern has an impressive domestic Budweiser-type beer selection on tap. Alongside the domestics there are three more taps, which house the likes of Red Hook and Deschutes. Although there was only one person working the floor, she was hustlin' and bustlin' very nicely in order to take care of what was to be a very large dinner crowd. By the time we were leaving, there wasn't a seat left in the house.

Terry's has awesome pizza, and did well in the Tournament of Pizza.