The Bloody Mary will forever be bedfellows with that cruelest reality of a fun night on the town: the hangover. At the Triple Rock, the bartenders never lose sight of the utilitarian purposes of this brunch staple, boozing it up generously with vodka, adding a sweat-inducing dose of hot sauce, and tossing in enough pepper to make your mouth pucker. If drinking one (or two or three) of these hair-of-the-dog miracle-workers doesn't get your mind right, then it's probably time to go back to bed — or else hit the whiskey. And coffee. Of course, the T-Rock Bloody is no taste-bud vulgarity, either; even the most sober among us will appreciate how the spicy aftertaste complements the savory acidity of the tomato juice. Not that there's anything pretentious about it: Presented in a plastic pint glass, this Bloody won't come topped with a burger or doughnut or any other nonsense that should actually be brunch itself. There isn't even salt on the rim, just a pickle, olive, and lemon wedge — all of which makes for a damn fine Bloody.