Cafe Venus’ Special of the Day, Veggie Hash. Time of Entry: 1:30 p.m. Level of Hangover: I’d stayed in the night before, but my darling boyfriend was hungover enough for both of us. Prescriptions: Piping hot Stumptown Coffee served in a surprisingly varied and high quality selection of vintage mugs, that when dropped incited a bit of a grabbing match so as not to get stuck with the purple one with the puffy painted teddy bear holding a balloon. But even that one had charm, in a Mother’s Day, paint-your-own pottery kind of way. The menu boasts a range of selections, from the vegan friendly tofu scramble to the pastrami benedict (with swiss cheese AND hollandaise), which I most certainly would have selected had I actually been hungover. But the special of the day, roasted veggie hash, was screaming my name so I complied. The one in need of a serious soak-up opted for the ultra-rich Eggs Florentine.Eggs Florentine: good for what ails you, especially when it’s self-inflicted. Hair of the Dog: Cafe Venus, being attached to the Mars Bar, understands the morning (or afternoon) after better than most. In addition to the traditional mimosa and Bloody Mary (served with house made pico and the option to upgrade to Absolute Pepar!), their drink menu offers the empathetic Hair of the Dog: a shot of what you had last night and a beer. If that doesn’t elicit projectile vomit, then it should put everything back in it’s right place. Or at least get your hands to stop shaking. Success of the Soak: With the amount of golf ball sized roasted potatoes that come with nearly everything on the menu, the starches have you covered, though you won’t likely get through a whole plate of anything. Had I been hungover, the special would have done me right- with the giant plate of roasted veggies topped with two fried eggs and enough melted cheddar cheese to make any mid-Westerner proud. After doing a good bit of damage to the Eggs Florentine, which came baked in an adorably sweet ceramic container (the look of it alone is enough to make you feel like less of a degenerate), the hangover at the table was nearly abated, but still in need of a long winters nap.