Down East Marginal Way, in the middle of the warehouse district, is the best place to recover from your Friday night. The menu at Hudson is pleasantly surly (the stern mug of an ancestral horse thief stares out from the cover), but the staff and clientele are all charm. It's the kind of place where young bucks show off their new back tattoos and half-deaf old men shout at each other about diodes. Their cheesy grits are the thick, yellow kind with sautéed shrimp on top. They taste like roux and herbs, a little smoky and a lot savory. It's a steaming plate of hangover manna. (Hudson, 5000 E Marginal Way S, 767-4777. 8 am–midnight, brunch until 3 pm.)

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