As far as I’m concerned, this place is Atlanta. Eating a sandwich there with my dad and brother on a Saturday afternoon in November after all getting our hair cut is one of my favorite ATL memories ever.
just got lunch from henri’s in the buckhead village.
like the rest of atlanta (and especially buckhead), henri’s is a bizarre collision of high/low, new/old, elegant/tacky.
the sandwiches come old school deli style, gloriously free from attempts to “gourmet” the sandwich.
their appeal is through quality and simplicity:
fresh baked bread
fresh sliced meat and cheese
henri’s has been on irby avenue for almost 50 years, i think. waiting in line is the best part, standing between the debutantes and day-laborers.
