Bánh mì seem to be the cultural equivalent of the American hamburger; in any event, these little sandwiches are mighty addictive. We chose tiny pork meatballs for our crispy French bun instead of the usual chicken or beef; the green papaya salad with candied bacon, peanuts, and chile-lime vinaigrette was just as winning as the sandwich. We’re going back for the brunch-time French toast with flambéed bananas. There’s a pleasant street-side patio and a clever cocktail list. Bar.