Breakfast is the new lunch. Just ask the downtown Minneapolis business types, already stuffed into suits at 7:30 in the morning. They've got their planners spread out not on some polished wood conference table in a high-rise, but on a café table at Hell's Kitchen. Are they actually getting any work done? Impossible. Because they've got massive plates of huevos rancheros ($9.95) in front of them, with sides of thick, chewy applewood-smoked bacon that keep tempting their greasy fingers away from their silvery PDAs. Those huevos are scrambled, not fried, and blend perfectly into a bed of spicy beans and grated potatoes, all sitting on a couple of fried tortillas. On the weekends, Hell's lemon ricotta pancakes ($9.25) actually seem to come from the other end of the theological spectrum: so golden and light they defy physics. You might think those suits are going to be a little too stuffed to take on the world after their feast, but here's where they got really lucky: Hell's Kitchen serves serious coffee—a smooth, deep private-label French roast sure to get them back on track.