My MacBook is in the shop. The surrounding air felt like a warm vat of mayo and then it rained buckets. My building shut off the water from 9-5. Today would go down as the suckiest day in history if it weren't for Hank's.
Their whitefish sandwich is enough to chase away the blues; Tender lumps of delicately smoked fish with a schmear of herbed creme fraiche on good toothsome bread. I got the half sandwich ($5) which is really more like a four-sevenths, maybe even a five-eighths, sandwich. OK, screw the fractions. It was FILLING.
Whoa! Were those purple carrots and white icicle radishes in my side order of "Minty Slaw?" Yes! Root vegetables have never before induced so much glee.
And real iced tea--strong and unsweetened.
Hank's, you rocked my lunch world and totally saved the day. You may be at 9.5 Church Street but you're a 10 in my book.