Strong coffee and a huge line are a testament to this little joint's extreme popularity. The pancakes are sublime, and soak up both maple syrup and alcohol very nicely. … Sit at the counter to watch the head chef work his magic--it's a gorgeous thing to watch. Omelets, cornbread, and their trademark jalapeño jelly will gently bring you back to the land of the living.[link]

Why wait 'til morning to have hangover brunch? Help the pain along a little with a tall cold one and a side of bacon at Orphan Andy's. One of the only 24-hour places in … the city, you can cackle and exchange war stories with the drag queens two tables over or just rest your forehead on the cool counter top and whimper softly. The food is good and greasy, and the crowd is a lot of fun, especially after the clubs close.[link]

Here you'll find every species of pancake and then some, fried on a butter-covered griddle and served in a stack the size of your head. Open 'til three am and ready to … receive you in its cozy booths at 8am whether you've just gotten up or are just going to sleep. The coffee may very well be classified as a biohazard, but it will get you through the day.[link]

Three words are all you need to know about this place: Bloody Mary Bar. On the weekends, have Home's crack bartenders assemble the Healing Salad and sip while your … headache turns into a reminder of something funny instead of a reason to write bad Goth poetry. Home serves new takes on old American favorites and offers primo beautiful-people watching.[link]

A few years ago, we arrived in front of Chava's to find our friend, Flash-O-Matic, collapsed on the sidewalk, howling in indignation. Chava's had burned down. No … prizewinning gallons of birria to pour down our scarred throats, no huevos rancheros to sop up last night's cans of Tecate. We hung our heads as we dragged Flash back to bed, vowing that someday Chava's would rise again. Happily, that day came roughly six weeks after the place torched itself, and now Chava's sits fat and happy on Mission Street, serving all the same fab soups and gut-soothing egg concoctions as before. Slather everything in their homemade salsa, down a shot of tequila, and you'll be right as rain.[link]

So you went out to see a little brass band play some jazz last night. You vaguely remember someone playing a trumpet and handing you a bottle of whiskey at the same … time, and that's about all you remember, until you finally bury your face in the powdered-sugar goodness of Just For You's homemade beignets. Those little fluffy pillows from heaven make everything okay again, as does the oyster-filled Hangtown Fry and the 2 eggs with Filipino Longanisa sausage.[link]