The $45 charge for bottomless drinks alone is a dollar more than the entire Ambar experience (and, notably, $10 more than the price listed on Dirty Habit's website), so things weren't looking good for this score the moment we got the menu. Unfortunately, we then discovered the mimosas are all orange juice and the "brunch punch" would be more accurately advertised as a mocktail, so remember, things can always get worse.
In the interest of fairness, we should acknowledge the breakfast potatoes that come with most dishes are quite good, and the Croque Madame is unique on a brunch menu. But those are just niceties before getting to the fact the fried chicken on our waffles came out pink. We'd also complain about everything in the Benedict looking like it was pulled off a Safeway shelf, but the key takeaway here is that the chicken was pink.
After a slow start, refills came quickly over the back half of the brunch, although that's less helpful when the drinks only nominally contain alcohol. But we're really here to note that when we brought up the aforementioned pink chicken, a manager told us it was okay because, "that's how they did it when I worked at the Watergate." We'll let someone else go and verify that one.
Apparently it wasn't possible to build a bathroom in Dirty Habit itself, so every restroom trip requires leaving the restaurant, walking through the Hotel Monaco lobby, going up a level, and then back down a hallway. If that's not enough hotel for you, the tables are equipped with laptop chargers, giving you the distinct impression of brunching in what was once a business center.
Your surroundings can vary from a loungy, open-air terrace to a classic back dining room, but in either option you're liable to find service staff outnumbering fellow diners, making for a rather mellow brunch experience.
You can choose among five flavors — peach, cranberry, grapefruit and pineapple complement the usual orange — and with the champagne and juices served separately, your mimosas are as strong (or weak) as you like.
We're like the postmen. We brunch in rain, sleet, or snow
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