No place can be all things to all people. So it is

No place can be all things to all people. So it is that one goes to the Sunset (5433 Ballard Ave. N.W.) to rock, but one never goes to the Sunset Tavern to eat. (Though most of us have binged on the predatory hot dog cart out front.) If you’re heading out early, the Little Cuts are worth skipping your post-brunch nap for. They kick off the day at 3:30 p.m.; so pre-funk it at Ocho (2325 N.W. Market St.), where nothing really quite resembles brunch per se, but they have a worthy tortilla Espagnola; salty, limey beers; and something called Death in the Afternoon. (Look it up.)Sunset Tavern’s Lineup:4:30 p.m. Katharine Hepburn’s Voice: droning electropop that pairs better with a few eight or so beers, after you’ve totally lost your friends, than it does with 4:30 p.m.5:30 p.m. Straight-edge rock trio Born Anchors6:30 p.m. Telepathic Liberation Army — awesome ladies, post-punk music7:30 p.m. Erik Blood and his head-down-head-up, dense rock with a pop core8:30 p.m. Infectious power-pop from Final Spins9:30 p.m. The Girls: partly girls, totally new wave and punk10:30 p.m. Unnatural Helpers — rock from a pogo stick, last seen goading doughnut eaters at Top Pot’s annual contest11:30 p.m. Coconut Coolouts, super, happy, fun, frantic12:30 p.m. Kay Kay & His Weathered Underground… a genre hodgepodge, you never know which one he’s going to break out with (perhaps depends on how many musicians on stage)