Sunrise. That’s when breakfast happens.
Sunset. That’s when dinner happens.
Late-night. That’s when the magic happens.
As evidenced by The State of Late-Night Dining, a photographic who’s who of the best edible post-midnight offerings in our fair city. (The slideshow. It’s delicious.)
Maybe you just left a show at Terminal West and the band played a power ballad about stuffed pretzels and oysters.
Or maybe you were just hungry.
Either way, the slideshow is here with the assist.
You were probably just hungry.
