Many weekend days, after a wonderful hangover brunch, I find myself drawn to the insanity basement that is Fremont Vintage Mall. The stock runs the gamut from classy, not-too-cheap vintage furniture to frameable little French-language flash cards and $1 records. No matter the day or your vintage predilections, the place always serves as a Museum of the Entertaining Object: a large old prosthetic leg, a Jethro Tull oil painting, a Steve Urkel doll, a neon telephone, a framed drawing of a monkey with a boner. Walk off the booze-soaked bacon and eggs through aisle upon aisle of undreamable treasures. (Fremont Vintage Mall, 3419 Fremont Pl N,, 11 am–6 pm)