Henry Public

A bell clangs in the kitchen and anticipation builds—the turkey-leg sandwich is on its way! Herb-inflected, pulled dark meat doused with peppery gravy and crowned with frizzled onions soak through thick slices of toast, becoming squishier and squishier, until it's almost like holding turkey and stuffing in your hands. Also on the porcelain-glazed metal plate is a pile of impeccably salted skinny fries—like those at McDonald's, only crisper. The sandwich warms the heart, as do the other bygone touches at Henry Public—snug, romantic booths; an old cash register; a rotary phone that, when it rings, makes you think you've stepped into a movie from the '30s. (And just so you know, the baseball-shaped hamburger here is another stunner.)