Sunrise. That’s when breakfast happens.

Sunset. That’s when dinner happens.

Late-night. That’s when the magic happens.

As evidenced by The State of Late-Night Dining, a photographic who’s who of the best edible post-midnight offerings in our fair city. (The slideshow. It’s delicious.)

Maybe you just left a show at Terminal West and the band played a power ballad about stuffed pretzels and oysters.

Or maybe you were just hungry.

Either way, the slideshow is here with the assist.

You were probably just hungry.