The "social" brunch setup (apparently "bottomless" has a bad rap; it's a mystery) includes mimosas and, in a fun twist, spritzes, as well. At $35 including the mountain of food, it's probably cheaper than the Blue Bottle Coffee across the street. Each drink comes with its own orange slice, so you're getting your vitamins, too!

The sheer volume of food in this three-course brunch deal is impressive. Your "appetizer" is a regular-sized waffle or French toast (or, if you're feeling nominally healthier, a table-sized amount of Brussels sprouts), before graduating to a main course that's pasta, pizza, or another waffle, but this time accompanied by assorted proteins. Since that's clearly not enough food, dessert is replaced with a complimentary side of meat or eggs, in case you wanted an extra sausage patty. The regular pizza menu looks more well-rounded, but is sadly not available with the drink package, so enjoy the quantity.

Ordering your first drink and entire three-course feast upfront makes for a slow start, but once that's out of the way, things flow smoothly, with the two-hour limit turning out to be more of a friendly suggestion than a rule. Most impressively, when the kitchen realized they hadn't restocked syrup — a dangerous oversight given the menu — a staff member literally ran to Trader Joe's to ensure no one suffered from a dry waffle.

Stellina leans all the way into its red-and-white aesthetic, which gives the space an identity somewhere between "retro trattoria" and "modern art gallery." The standout is a wall-sized mural of a solemn man in a floral jacket and bowler hat, staring you down with the quiet authority of someone who knows exactly how many mimosas you've had.