Everybody seems to love Hudson, the Smarty Pants spawn-off that had the audacity to open in an industrial no-man’s land on the outskirts of Georgetown. Me, I like Hudson when I’m in a very specific mood, a mood that November in Seattle seems to elicit quite frequently–Blue Monday, 40 degrees outside, pouring rain, dark as hell (been that way since quittin’ time), and in need of a three-beer emotional parachute at a place that won’t put undue strain on an already-steep weekend leisure tab.By putting a $10.95 chili burger (incl. fries) on its specials board last night, Hudson answered that call.In some ways, Hudson’s chili burger is like any other chili burger–cheese, onions, kidney beans, drizzly meat. But the caliber of hamburger was a healthy cut above what you’ll be served from sloppier purveyors, and the bun wasn’t so much a bun as it was a fort within which the burger lived, bordered by not two but three toasted slices of garlic bread.It was comfort food when I needed comforting, yet couldn’t afford the optimal comfort of Canlis. But then again, who really can?