The Peanut makes a bloody-spicy, bloody-fine Bloody Mary, but so do plenty of spots in town, and some of them boast more fixings, healthier ingredients and an actual glass instead of a flimsy plastic cup. But the Peanut holds the city's hungover- drinking crown because it also offers reliable darkness and the freedom to act as grumpy (and dress as shabbily) as you feel. Slink in, take off your shades, find a table, order a Bloody and a pitcher of water, and take down a BLT and some of the city's best wings. Excuse yourself to vomit if you must, or just nod off right there in the bar. Nobody here is judging you. •
