Anybody will fix a Rolex. But who'd take on our beloved Smiley Cat watch, a $29 special with fish bones for numbers, its hands now lying limp and screwless at the bottom of the dial? In a word, Terr's -- for 10 bucks, while we waited. Not only did Mr. Terr (whose spartan shop belies an old lower Eastside gestalt) not make fun of our choice of timepiece, he didn't even castigate us for trying to change the battery ourselves with the help of a three-year-old. Next time, we'll go here first.
