Reviews sounded good, so I dropped in for casual drinks with a friend. There were no spots but the host offered to text when she could seat us if we went nearby for drinks, which was great.
The space is too loud for a private conversation and it has the kind of semi-shared seating you'd best be narrow of hip and in firm control of your elbows. When we hesitated over the menu for a second, our deadpan server disappeared to do something else more worthwhile with her time.
Left to our own devices we chose a couple of the recommended options and were prepared to order efficiently when the server reappeared. My friend picked the dyno wing and the jerk chicken sandwich, me the cold tofu which sounded suitably chill.
I don't even want to scratch my memory for details of the food, so I'll go with "murky" and "limp." I nibbled a block of lacklustre tofu and then abandoned the effort, pushing through the "why" of the jerk chicken sandwich with difficulty. I didn't even want to tackle my wing, so it perched reproachfully upright in its box until we were finished. I made my friend take it home, in case someone had a craving for a wing spliced with a dumpling.
So yeah, that was Hanmoto.