The vaunted "mimosa bar," replete with flavors like rose and lavender and accoutrements like berries and mint leaves, alone makes ala well-worth a visit. Shuttling back and forth all afternoon refilling your little champagne flute is a bit of a drag, though.

At first, the all-you-can-eat component of the bottomless package may seem like a great deal, but it's quickly exposed as a ploy to avoid serving meat nearly entirely. But you'll get all the beet-drenched falafel you could ever want.

In the fog of brunch, a few of our requests for additional items were never fulfilled, but our server had enough good cheer and disregard for the stated hour-and-a-half time limit to make looking past that pretty easy.

The revamped Ankara space has a lively, mid-century feel, with plenty of (fake) greenery. If only the semi-circle booth setups didn't further complicate every mimosa refill.