The self-service negates our usual commentary on champagne levels -- this freedom's appreciated, moments of embarrassment for poor pourers aside. The flavor choices are among the best you'll encounter; take the week off from orange and enjoy blackberry, strawberry, or whatever special syrup's on offer.
There's a nice variety of brunch staples and all-day entree options; the fried chicken biscuit's to die for, dangerously close to literally.
The two-hour limit's apparently negotiable if you ask nicely, and they were extremely chill about our group's early-arrivers occupying a table for half an hour without ordering anything while waiting for our full party.
If you can nab an outdoor table, Pennsylvania Avenue's a bustling backdrop, but even the inside offers a snug feel befitting the whiskey-inspired name.
Eastern Market, Capitol Hill
The perfect weather might be inflating our rating of their patio, but even if you're stuck inside, the fish-lined walls are a nice touch.
The classic OJ is light enough on the champagne to be part of a complete breakfast
We're like the postmen. We brunch in rain, sleet, or snow
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