Now, we've all been there, you wake up with a tongue as furry as a Wookie and a head just as grizzly. Do you hide from the sun like a vampire, or do you scream “Carpe Deim!” and reach for the hair of the dog? Aptly named, on Saturday’s and Sunday’s this bar offers you a cure for the morning after blues, with screwdrivers, mimosa or Bloody Marys, two for around four bucks. And seeing as how Bloody Marys are the best cure for ‘what ails ya’, they make them from scratch. And if you don’t polish the floor with your face, after polishing off too many of those morning specials… the big, heated smoking patio, complete with a stripper pole smack dab in the middle of the dance-floor, might just be your destination when the sun sets too. Just don’t forget you’ll have to stop there again to beat your hangover tomorrow.