Kokoro

You queue, you point at what you want, you watch them pile it into a bowl or box with military precision. The katsu chicken arrives golden and properly crispy, not the soggy disappointment you get elsewhere. The rice is good quality, the salad actually has some crunch to it, and they're generous with the sauce. It's fast food that doesn't feel like punishment – perfect when you want something decent between shopping on Church Street. The staff move like they're choreographed, and somehow your order emerges hot and correctly assembled despite the constant stream of customers. Yes, it's a chain, but it's a chain that actually cares about the food coming out of the kitchen.