It's 2:30 in the morning at some bar in Uptown, and as you drag a ballpoint pen across a credit card slip, feeling the grain of the bar beneath, you become aware of a rumbling from within. It's impossible not to be hungry. Most bars close their kitchens down by midnight, but they'll gladly sell you booze for hours longer. And as you step out the door and count your options (most of which involve tacos), you realize your situation is grim. You're stranded in a... More >>>