Hangover Helper: Continuing the weekend festivities at The Owl Bar's brunch

Some weekends, you wake up in your bed with only a slight hangover and head to a lovely brunch with friends, where you can cure yourself with coffee or a hair-of-the-dog cocktail and regale each other with stories from the previous night's festivities—a nice social gathering, but nothing too crazy. But sometimes you wake up in a friend's apartment in your clothes from the night before, stockings ripped and snagged, mascara smeared below your eyes, reeking of cigarettes, still drunk, and think, "fuck it, let's keep this party going."

The latter was the case when a few friends and I rolled into brunch at The Owl Bar (1 E. Chase St., [410] 347-0888, theowlbar.com) on a recent Sunday around noon. It turned out to be a pretty great choice for a debaucherous brunch—for one thing, by the time we arrived, most of the tables were empty, so we could immediately plop down at the table of our choosing. For another thing, The Owl Bar offers bottomless mimosas for only $12 ($3 apiece, if you order them with bottoms). We ordered a round of mimosas and coffee ($1.90) and were thrilled when, instead of bringing us the tiny champagne flutes of alcohol that nearby patrons had, our waitress brought us pint glasses full of champagne and OJ. Fuck yeah.

We began sucking down our drinks as we placed our food order. We decided to go with our brunch go-to, eggs benedict ($11), but couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when the dish came out. Two poached eggs sat atop grilled Canadian bacon and English muffin halves, as promised, but there was only a mere dab of hollandaise sauce atop each egg. Making matters worse, when we dug our fork into one of the eggs, instead of being greeted by an outpouring of runny yellow yolk, we found a completely cooked-through yolk. (At least the other egg had an appropriately runny yolk.) We'd ordered the benedict with optional crab meat ($4) added, and while the crab meat was good, we probably wouldn't opt for it again, given that we only got a tiny pinch on each egg.

The waffles in the chicken and waffles ($14) were not too dense and hit the perfect balance between sweet and savory. The chicken was super dry, but luckily the dish came with delicious bacon so that we could still get that satisfactory meat-and-carbs flavor combination. From the lunch half of the brunch menu, the caprese pizza ($10) had a delightfully soft crust, plenty of mozzarella, flavorful tomato slices, and bits of fragrant basil. The cheese and carb combo was perfect for leisurely dining as we continued to get refills on our mimosas and made fun of the competitive arm wrestling that was playing on TV. Our waitress graciously let us linger for a few hours, refilling our mimosas, hinting that we make sure to drink some water, and very patiently tolerating our one friend drunkenly telling her over and over again how much we appreciated her. (We made sure to tip her well.) We eventually stumbled out, squinting in the bright afternoon light, feeling pretty pleased with our choice of brunch for our Sunday Funday.

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