The peach bellini's just peaches in champagne, which is sort of cool, but not worth nearly $30. The non-bottomless drink options are more expansive, but that's not why either of us are here.
Until we called them on it, the "brioche toast" side was literally a Thomas-brand English muffin, and even putting that mix-up aside, you're still looking at an uninspiring $18 omelette.
Refills are aplenty at first, but tail off significantly once the food arrives, and somehow even getting the check turned into a surprisingly difficult process.
The interior has a funky, diner vibe that probably would've been enhanced by not being practically empty, and we've gotta mention the flies, in that there were just a ridiculous number of flies.
Penn Quarter, Chinatown
The bottomless deal's spruced up with bellinis and the always-dangerous rosé, and we'll never complain about the control over champagne levels that leaving mimosa construction to us provides.
Eastern Market, Capitol Hill
You probably don't usually have spaghetti carbonara for brunch, but you should make an exception here. If you're not feeling quite that frisky, the mainstays still acquit themselves well.
We're like the postmen. We brunch in rain, sleet, or snow
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