We're aware we complain about this a lot, but this time it really did feel like the mimosas were straight orange juice. The bottomless package including rail drinks is a saving grace, but even we'd rather not slam gin-and-tonics at one in the afternoon.



You're better off avoiding the reasonable temptation to order brunch food at brunch -- the "famous" steak and cheese is indeed very good -- lest you end up with a tiny portion of French toast you'll devour in two minutes.



We closed things out with a hug, so all's well that ends well, but in the most complimentary way possible (truly, we deserve it), we've never had a sassier waiter.



The heated patio provides a nice view of 17th Street (and a large Christmas tree with Jill Biden's face atop it), but the straw chairs feel like toilet seats and there's really no getting around that.

We're like the postmen. We brunch in rain, sleet, or snow

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