Disappointingly, the bottomless deal only covers mimosas ($25 for a make-your-own situation), so mojitos are off the table at this Cuban restaurant unless you spend $80 on a cocktail tower that purportedly serves 8. There's also an entire Red Bull section on the brunch menu, if you're having a slow morning.

The dishes are appealingly plated on old newsprint, which is a clever way to obscure that they aren't quite entree-sized. The Cuban spicy deviled eggs are an egg-cellent way to make up for that, though.

The bar's well-staffed but it's never quite clear who's in charge of what, so getting anyone's attention at first is a challenge, but once your intentions become clear, additional champagne bottles come fast and easy.

Being a basement cigar bar provides a certain subterranean appeal, although we did have to give up our table at exactly the two-hour mark to make way for a private event celebrating someone entering their "bad bitch era." So, in case you're wondering, 2pm is the time of the night at which you're too old to be in Casta's Rum Bar.