It's a good thing the $30 bottomless deal comes with the freedom to pour your own champagne and multiple flavors, because we're 99 percent sure the "orange juice" was SunnyD. At least it's not the core mimosa option or anything.

A few of us are still a bit salty about paying a $6 upcharge for very unremarkable fries to join our already $17 burgers, so you're best off just defaulting to the chicken and waffle, even though it comes with grapes, for reasons we couldn't quite discern.

Look, if your brunch reviewer were a server, any time a tipsy, post-time limit table asked us for just one more round or bottle, he'd absolutely feign uncertainty, say he had to go check on it, and then emerge with a giant grin on his face and one last round. Anyway, we tipped very well.

The remnants of the decidedly-less-French Local 16 are still visible as you make your way to the rooftop, which is where Baby Shank really shines. The sun really shines, too, so make sure you arrive before all your friends and grab seats at the shaded side of your table.