As you walk east down N. 6th Street past better-known restaurants like Sea and Sweetwater Tavern, you might get distracted and miss the humble, earthy façade of Lovin Cup Café. But look sharp and don't miss this Williamsburg gem. Lovin Cup Café is a cozy, dimly lit restaurant/bar with an OK Coral saloon aesthetic reinforced by sturdy wooden furniture, old Western ephemera plastered on the walls, and a long, welcoming wooden bar. Slide into a booth and let the waiter know you want the neighborhood favorite "$15 All You Can Drink Brunch," which includes any brunch entree, plus your choice of Bloody Mary's or their own house lager. That's right, all you can drink beers and Bloody Mary's for one hour while you chow down.

I began by immediately ordering a Bloody Mary and the Heuvos Rancheros. Our waiter brought out a tall and surprisingly filling round of Bloody Mary's and we set to work on our first drinks. The clock was ticking. After muscling through the last sips, our table decided that there would be no room leftover for the actual food if we didn't switch to beer. We then got our next round of crisp, medium bodied house lagers as our food was brought out. The generous portion of Heuvos Rancheros and tater tots were delicious, and exactly what the doctor ordered after a solid morning buzz had kicked in. The beer went down fast. Mental note: stick to beer. This strategy proved useful as most of the entrees were around $10, so to benefit from the brunch deal, you should try to order 3 drinks. This being said, it is nearly impossible to drink more than 2 Lovin Cup Bloody Mary's in an hour, much less with food. With the check paid, drinks finished and wide smiles on our faces, we walked outside and basked in the noon sun, and the endless possibilities for a Saturday begun with a fulfilling drunken meal. Boozy Brunch: achieved.

GetWize: The back of the Lovin Cup Café houses the speakeasy club, Cameo, which regularly hosts bands and DJs from all over NYC. When you grab some grub, also look out for whichever band is playing Music Hall of Williamsburg that night. It's located a block east, and chances are you'll be getting drunk a table over from a band Pitchfork loves. Or hates.