Ugh. I was fooled by the other reviews here and stopped by Zarra's tonight.
Definitely like grandma's cellar in the worst way imaginable. Collectibles all over the place from mail order catalogs (read: singing trout on the wall for chrissake) and signs on the wall to hire Zarra's for your bar mitzvah.
The food was mediocre at best and way overpriced (I got the alfredo: kind of like a jar sauce plus some herbs tossed in, my boyfriend got some seafood pasta with rubbery mussels).
Avoid avoid avoid unless you're with a group of senior citizens who can't handle intense flavors or music other than g.d. Sinatra! Aaagh!