Brooklyn Label, Brooklyn

As a dry venue, Brooklyn Label won’t serve any more of the hair of the dog that bit you last night, but the availability of banana fosters French toast and cardamom cappuccinos will appease raw stomach linings and throbbing temples. Truly beer-battered patrons might need to keep the sunglasses on even indoors, as the lemon-yellow walls are nearly as overpowering as a sunbeam aimed straight to the pupils. The countertop is lined with Balthazar goodies and boutique simple syrups (who but the rising middle-class orders lavender-flavored Italian sodas?) Cooler mornings call for one of the five varieties of hot chocolates, including a spicy Aztec number that will smack your synapses awake and reporting for duty. Several outdoor tables offer guests prime seating for Walk of Shame spotting.