Tucked away in its little hidey-hole near the Ivanhoe, Campagnolo packs ‘em in at night with its justifiably praised dinner menu. But slip inside the modestly stylish joint on weekends and holidays—or hangover rush hour, if you like—for an insanely tasty array of rustic treats, and discover the true dark horse of brunch spots. You could opt for the classic breakfast, elevated in this case by a thick and juicy cuts of back bacon (a Campognolo specialty), but you have to ignore the fried chicken and biscuits, hazelnut crepes, or house-made mortadella croque madame to do that. Finish with a mimosa and the best fried doughnuts outside of the PNE and then email us with your thanks, you lousy drunks.