Yep. It's Huevos Rancheros.

​Where: Spitfire, 2219 4th Ave., 441-7966. BELLTOWN

Time of Entry: You tell me. It was a Sunday afternoon around 1:30 p.m. a few weeks ago. Some sort of playoff game involving the Seahawks was on television. People were acting like it was a pretty big deal.

Level of Hangover: I don't remember. On a scale of 1 to 10, probably somewhere around a 5. I've been known to drink a lot of boxed wine, which my liver and soul have become accustomed to, so I feel as if being hungover is a natural state these days. On a brighter note...

Staff's Hangover Level: I've never seen a bar so completely filled to the rim on a Sunday morning. A serious NFL playoff game was on TV, the entire place was jam packed with blue jerseys, and our rock star, bright-eyed server had us seated and fed within 15 minutes. AND she did it all while wearing high-heeled boots. She played the best defense of them all that day. I'm dedicating this column to her.

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​Where: Gilbert's Main Street Bagel Deli
10024 Main St,, Old Bellevue
425-455-5650

Time of Entry: Thursday, 10:45 a.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I was hanging out around a 4. I'd had a particularly overindulgent Wednesday-night wine-fest with some girls at Bottlehouse in Madrona. Due to some preset meetings, I had to be on the Eastside in the morning, so I stopped to grab a bite with a friend beforehand.

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​Where: Unicorn
1118 E. Pike St., Capitol Hill
325-6492

Time of Entry: Sunday, 11:15 a.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I was a 9. The day before was an unexpected mélange of drinking, starting with breakfast, carrying over to the pub, rounding the corner with a wine bar, and coming into home with a medley of margaritas in Capitol Hill--plus street meat to close out the evening. Needless to say, it was an epic drink-fest, and I was displaying all the classic hangover signs.

Staff's level of hangover: Hard to tell. Our server, while attentive, really had no excuse to slack. We were the only--I repeat, ONLY--table at the Unicorn for Sunday brunch, so if her service would have been anything less than stellar, we would have had problems.

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​Where: Continental Restaurant & Pastry Shop
4549 University Way N.E., U District
632-4700

Time of Entry: Sunday, 11:30 a.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1-10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I somehow avoided the dreaded wine headache--perhaps my tolerance is growing?--and came in at around 3.

Staff's level of hangover: Minimal. I don't know what it is about Seattle's service industry lately, but my most recent staff encounters have been overwhelmingly positive. Our server at Continental listened to us babble on about our recent trip to Greece and walked us through her favorite menu items.

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​Where: Linda's Tavern
707 E. Pine St., Capitol Hill
325-1220

Time of Entry: Saturday, 2:00 p.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1-10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I would say my wildly hung-over party deserved some sort of award for our previous revelry, or at least an honorary pitcher of mimosas. Do you expect anything less for the morning (OK, afternoon) after New Year's Eve?

Staff's level of hangover: Undetectable. Seeing as how everyone had rung in 2011 the night before, the staff hid quite well their headaches and urges to stick their heads under their pillows. By the time we arrived, they'd been churning out eggs and sausage for a few hours, so they were steadily caffeinated and on point.

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​Where: Julia's on Broadway
300 Broadway East
206.860.1818

Time of Entry: Saturday, 12:00 p.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I rang in the holiday cheer with a hangover tipping the scales at a 6. The night before was Christmas Eve and the night before that was my birthday. If that's not an indication that I'd been steadily drunk for the past 48 hours, I don't know what is.

Staff's level of hangover: Moderate. My water glass shattered on our table and while the server was quick to clean it up, he didn't seem too interested in the situation as a whole.

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​Where: 5 Spot
1502 Queen Anne Avenue N.
206.285.7768

Time of Entry: Saturday, 1:00 p.m.

Level of hangover: It's the holidays! Do you know what that means? Santa, menorahs, family angst and long lines are all acceptable answers but if you're me, you're also thinking that the holidays mean you're (I'm?) drunk more often than you're (I'm?) not. Friday night was no exception as I attended a fabulous party in Georgetown until the wee hours. As you can see by my arrival time at The Five Spot, Saturday morning came and went in the blink of an eye. Come 1PM, I still hadn't showered and on a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I blew past 1, 2, 3 and 4 to settle in at a comfortable 5.

Staff's level of hangover: Undetectable. The hostess was quick to turn over tables, the servers were on top of all the little details and because Five Spot has an open kitchen, I watched the chefs and cooks perform at top speeds, with impeccable attention to detail.

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​Where: Calamity Jane's
5701 Airport Way South, Georgetown
206.763.3040

Time of Entry: Sunday, 12:00 p.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I slid in around a 6. A friend's birthday party the night before ensured that my tab was well above normal, as the bar required we spend at least $1200 to book the room. Of course, I felt it my duty to drink more than was actually required.

Staff's level of hangover: Moderate to high. Our server didn't mess up our order but we did catch her talking smack about our table. Because we'd been piecing together the events of the prior evening, it took us a good 15 minutes to decide on our orders. Apparently this, plus a small grievance about a drink, was enough to push her over the breaking point. I guess with a tagline that reads, "Where all the girls can kick your ass", we should have expected the servers to be equally annoyed and badass.

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​Where: Geraldine's Counter
4872 Rainier Ave South, Columbia City, 206.723.2080

Time of Entry: Sunday, 1:30 p.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I tipped the scales at a 7. After a red wine and tequila-fueled night, I didn't crash until 5AM. Needless to say, daylight was certainly not my friend.

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​Where: Luna Park Café
2918 SW Avalon Way, West Seattle
206.935.7250

Time of Entry: Saturday, 1:00 p.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I was holding steady at...0. After the food-induced coma of Thursday, I laid low on Friday with a milkshake and back-to-back movies. So why the late eat time? I woke up early Saturday morning to catch the OSU-Michigan game and chose to wait until after the OSU slaughter to grab grub.

Staff's level of hangover: Minimal to none. The eclectic staff at Luna Park matches the restaurant- kind of kooky, wildly fun and a little bit mysterious. Honestly, it's hard to be anything but entertaining when coming to work is like stepping into a time machine. Decorated with vintage novelties from earlier West Seattle times, including signs from the Luna Tavern and the Beach Drive Market, a throwback Batmobile quarter ride and a 1958 jukebox, the café hearkens back to days gone by.

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