It's 1 a.m. on Saturday. You stumble bleary-eyed out of the Mission's Elbo Room, seriously questioning your decisions of the previous five hours. As you contemplate whether that fourth gimlet was indeed necessary, one thing is clear: You need something to eat. You want something good, something close, and something that is going to soak up at least a little bit of the gin that is sitting like a kiddie... More >>>