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| - Sometimes, you've had a hard week, lots of issues, or a big quality review, and by Friday you are the mental equivalent of a limp dish rag and you just need...you just need, in the words of some unknown hipster, to chillax and commiserate on the travails of modern work life with your peers and that is where Hanny's comes in as an ideal lunch spot.
My office building is close to downtown Tempe so Hanny's is a bit out of the way and if you drive, instead of take the light rail, the parking and driving in downtown Phoenix is an adventure unto itself but if you get there before noon and walk in you are greeted by a world of dark leather tones, gently playing classical music and a lack of artificial lighting (so prevalent in our modern workplace), and waitstaff that know how to be efficient and helpful and not overly intrusive (I distinctly remember that the waiter did not feel the need to come over every five minutes and ask how things were going, but instead quietly came around and refilled drinks, which I greatly appreciated).
I had the roast beef sandwich which was a layering of one or two thin slices of ribeye, delicious salty/smokey bacon and a fried egg on Ciabatta bread which was wonderfully soft and hugged the sandwich like a loving mother hugs a beloved child, creating the most delicious amalgamation of flavors as I noshed through my sandwich with little driblets of egg yolk falling like summer rain onto my plate (which is how I saw it but my dining companions might have just have thought of that as messy eating).
The BLT was quite popular among my dining companions though I was somewhat disappointed no one went for the BLT supremo which has the addition of a sliced hard boiled egg and provolone cheese (egg of any time on a lunch sandwich seems to be a bit out of most people's culinary interests except for a hard few, like your fearless yelper). Other's had the rocket salad (which seemed to involve a large amount of arugula, though my friend seemed to enjoy it, and another had the chopped salad). I myself had a small side salad and the lemon vinaigrette was wonderfully subtle and fresh and I distinctly remembered commenting on how much I enjoyed it.
So there I was, exhausted after a tough week of office political infighting, and as I ate my delicious sandwich, laughed and joked with my peers, had my ice tea regularly and quietly filled up, all while hearing the ebullient strains of classical music underscoring my experience, I felt the despair drain out of me and my willingness to go back next week into the office fray blossom once again.
Okay, so four stars...obviously I loved it so why not five? Well, I don't feel that I've truly experienced a place like this one until I've had the happy hour/dinner experience and I have a feeling that this is when a place like this really shines, when the sun has not only been down but down for a loooooooong time, especially since they serve food till 1 am and last pour is at 1:30...so you have time to finish the drink and still make the last light rail. In fact, having dinner with some other friends tonight and will put that on our future itinerary. Until then, happy eating my fellow yelpers. :-)
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