The $30 bottomless price tag may give you a bit of sticker shock, but each partaker gets a bottle of champagne (and they seemed quite willing to supply more, if our better instincts hadn't kicked in) and a generous supply of juices, including not grapefruit, but grape itself.
The brunch menu is slim, but we'd advise you to make it even slimmer, and stick with the juicy chicken or honey brisket. If those items don't seem like enough already, we'd heartily encourage you to sub out the default toast for a red velvet waffle, which adds only $3 to your bill but completely transforms the experience.
We'd already be indebted to our waitress for alerting us to the off-menu red velvet substitution, but she closed out our meal by not only surprising us with complimentary tequila shots in what can only be described as a smoke-filled treasure chest, but then doing the whole thing over again so we could capture it on video.
We'd have felt guiltier about the whole repeating the shots' entrance thing had more than one other table been occupied — K Street's many things, but a happening weekend area isn't one of them — but Astoria does its best to add some (quite pink) color inside a staid-looking exterior, even if it's a bit obviously tailored to prospective Instagram posts.
Classic brunch items are on offer and quite generously portioned, but if you're into beach-adjacent animals, we'd endorse switching over to the main menu
It's the Wharf, so you've got the obligatory view of the water from a nice perch, although for all the visual razzle-dazzle they seem to have neglected some more fundamental items, like comfortable chairs.
We're like the postmen. We brunch in rain, sleet, or snow
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