For example, her laudable respect for ingredients leaves one longing for a toothbrush after dining on either the polenta or the otherwise-smashing grilled vegetarian sandwich. Baby spinach greens, just wilted by the heat of other ingredients, but still bald enough to be chalky. The max wait staff is two, so service can be spotty. And menu items may not always be available, as one frustrated lunch companion found out. But in other ways, Henry's glimmers with grace.
Tea arrives steeping elegantly in the pot, with an extra saucer for the leaf strainer.
And the pastry case is a downright dapper display of Wong's skills with sweets. Unfortunately for my Southeast confidante, Henry's has blossomed, and the rest of us have discovered its purlieu.