Not that I would compare my mom to Jesus, but there was a point in my life where she would wake up early to hide our Easter baskets, attend morning mass, come home, then proceed to cook a full ham brunch for our entire family -- which, if I do say so myself, is a time-crunching, labor-intensive feat comparable with rising from the dead.
This Easter -- whether you celebrate the religious way by attending church, or the pagan way by worshipping a giant bunny -- you might want to cut you and your saintly mother (or whoever bears the responsibility of Easter cooking in your household) a little seasonal slack by schlepping the family to one of these fine chain restaurants instead. They are open. Some have Easter specials. And all of them will surely welcome you with open arms and stocked kitchens.
After all, nothing says "He is Risen!" like a steaming plate of baby back ribs and a round of spicy margaritas.