With bottomless mimosas (or straight champagne, as we'll always appreciate) already running $30, we heartily recommend spending an extra $10 for the bottomless cocktails, which opens up a range of fruity but strong options, plus the only wasabi cocktail we've ever encountered at brunch. Demerits are only in order for being out of the yuzu raspberry drink that half our table had their hearts set on. Next time.

Duolingo (or a better memory of high-school French than your humble blogger possesses) comes in handy here, since "Les Entrees" are appetizers, but the lone adventurous soul at our table who gave the frog legs a shot came away impressed. The Croque Monsieur is your best bet among entree's other definition, with most of the other options skewing light enough you'll want to consider a few sides.

Our server was quick to bring refills, but enforced a firm cutoff, which felt fitting given the polished environment. Credit, too, to our server for steering us toward a few appetizers, an upsell that turned out to be the right call.

Le DeSales' jazz brunch ambiance is something new, although the dining area was sadly a little too empty, which made the live vocalist feel less like background ambiance and more like someone serenading your table personally. It's charming at first, increasingly awkward as no one else enters the restaurant.