The margarita is the new mimosa, and there's no better place to wake up over a fishbowl-size pitcher of Herradura Reposado tequila, Grand Marnier and freshly squeezed lime juice than this Tex-Mex Boystown spot. The name of the restaurant translates as "little mornings," a traditional Mexican birthday song, but there's nothing little about its chilaquiles, a spicy casserole of tortilla strips, freshly scrambled eggs and porky chorizo tossed with jalapenos and green chilies and topped with bubbly queso fresco. If you prefer your eggs runny, the huevos rancheros, dos sunny-side-up eggs smothered in an earthy chili-infused red salsa, is just the answer.

Centerstage Reviewer: Michael Nagrant