I kinda have a secret crush on this place, and it was randomly reinforced the other day by a killer, killer sammich. Its memory makes me want to write it a poem. But I suck at rhyming, so
The bun - perfectly toasted. A thin, sturdy layer of crust and charred onion giving way to sweet wheatiness, another layer of thin crunch sidling up to a ginormous, ridiculous, muffin topping, butter-saturated, smokey, fungusy portabella cap. A little bit of salt. A dash of balsamic. Pepper. A dollop of goat cheese and chopped tomato placed dead center, a teetery, balanced handful of bitey greens, most or all arugula, then another toasty onioncrunchbun, squashed every-so-slightly on top and skewered in place. Cheese as punctuation, not paragraph. A superb portoburger.
For 8 bucks. Add another giant fistful of delicately dressed greens between the two immaculately sliced sandwich halves, and I was in awe of what a mere 8 bones can get you for lunch.
I gotta come here more often.