With its seriously tiny dimensions, Victorian-wallpapered hominess and trashy gold vinyl seats, Junior's is like stumbling into your grandma's kitchen after the all-night disco in Jersey. Vegans can find their own solace in the tofu scrambles and somewhat dry potato hashes, but the truth that will get you hangover-free is in the migas—a chorizo-tortilla-chip scramble ($8.50), the honey-peppercorn omelette ($7) or the infra-Mason-Dixon poached eggs, greens and polenta ($8). Junior's also now accepts credit cards, cashless whiners.