JACKRABBIT Box lunches for the PowerPoint-savvy executive aren’t going to transport you to some winsome bistro in France. But then, they’re not designed to. And to give credit where credit is due, Jackrabbit ain’t stingy. For 10 bucks, you get a sandwich with sides: a hefty grinder with ham, turkey, salami, and smoked mozzarella; or just the smoked mozzarella with roasted red peppers, sun-dried tomato pesto, and other trendy sandwich accoutrements. Alternatively, you could opt for the Caesar salad, beloved of our editor in chief, which involves all manner of crispness: crisp croutons, crisp lettuce, dressing that (for once in box-lunch history) is not excessively creamy, and genuinely fresh turkey as a protein topper. Sides include superior cookies, potato chips, a tiny salad du jour, and the requisite bottle of mineral water. Unexpected bonus: lunchbox poems courtesy of our friends at Richard Hugo House. Go on, stop and smell the flowers as you chew. NEAL SCHINDLER 999 Third Ave., 206-292-6922. DOWNTOWN

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