The Bloody Marys were bland and weak enough that we wanted to smack ourselves on the forehead and say "I could've had a V8." The breakfast burritos ($8) were good-the eggs were perfectly cooked, the bacon tasty, the tortilla fresh and hot-but served without sauce, the meal is dry. The burritos are a good metaphor for Plates as a whole: Everything is solid up until the last step. A little more vodka and some horseradish and pickled stuff in the Bloody Mary, some sauce for a burrito, and a little more care in general, and it would be a regular on our brunch rotation. As for feeling guilty sitting in a gym, gorging ourselves on mac 'n' cheese waffles and Bloody Marys . . . fuck that, we don't feel guilty.