Tacked high on a wall in the Sun’s private dining room is one of those looping electronic news tickers. On the day of our visit, it read: our goal for sunday july 31 was to sell 409,000 copies. we sold 398,090 missing our goal by 10,910 copies. our goal for sunday, august 7 was to sell 410,000 copies. see the results on Wednesday. Yikes. Other than the bummer headline, this isn’t a bad place to break bread with the breaking-news crowd. Huge windows fill the airy eat-space with light for all, and the stainless-steel appointed kitchen is stocked with plenty of super-cheap food—salad bar, sandwich bar, pizza bar, and made-to-order grill—and a super-cheery staff, especially Liz at the register. Though tempted by the Tuscan grilled chicken sandwich with roasted red peppers and green eggplant ($5.29) and the Baltimore-priced Philly cheese steak ($3.89), we bellied up for the chicken finger basket ($5.49), which had crispy bubbles of fried stuff coating the tender, tangy flesh. And the fries were good. Our host, who ate his tuna wrap ($3.69) on condition of anonymity, says he always appreciates the banana peppers swirled in there, though he could have done with a bit less mayo. If The Sun ever lets us in again, we’ll try the pizza ($1.97 a slice, or $2.89 for a “personal pan”). Come on, Trib, open this joint up to the public. It could help out with, you know, revenue.