Michael and Scottie. Rainbows and unicorns. Swedish meatballs and ligonberry sauce. Vietnamese and Park Slope. That's right SAT guru's, the one that doesn't fit is the last one. I never would have expected to find Vietnamese food in Park Slope, yet that's exactly what I found this past weekend. Right after the discovery, I was reignited with the sensation of eating money. See, whenever I overpay for something, it's automatically impossible for me to enjoy it. It's like if you ever eat Rick Shaw's Dumplings, you automatically think that you're chewing a Susan B. Anthony. At Hanco's, it's kind of the same.
Hanco's opened on the corner that...