You wake up at 11 a.m. You're in your bed but have no recollection of how you got home. Your memory of the night before is hazy at best—a mess of scenes and sound bites with no sense of context or a timeline. Archived text messages suggest you agitated relationships with people you have not seen or heard from in years. You need something to curb the morning remorse and silence the incessant buzzing audible only to you. Our suggestion: Hobble over to Hell's Kitchen and order a tall glass of bloody Mary. Hell's Kitchen makes its bloodies strong enough to cure what ails you and with the best mix in town, so your stomach won't even realize you're priming it with the same poisons that got you into this position. It may be the only bloody Mary in the Twin Cities that you won't even try to improve on—no extra shot of Tabasco or shake of pepper. The spicy celery salt on the rim and the thick tomato base will suit you just fine. You're going to be hard-pressed to find a classier morning drink. How many other bars give you a skewered shrimp with your bloody Mary? It's such a pretty drink you'll probably forget you're getting drunk before noon.