It's not just the Castro location — ripe with horny and hungover twentysomethings looking for protein from a variety of sources — or the salmon deviled eggs that are so subtle yet tasty that you will want to make love to any and all after just one bite. Instead it's the bottomless glasses of mimosas they serve, like the free-refill soda machine at Carl's Jr. only slightly fancier, that tip this ordinary Sunday brunch over into hedonistic territory. The delightful wait staff serve you pitcher after pitcher well before you start to get the shakes, which helps lubricate your social anxiety, so you can chat with that cute fella over at the next table over. Or at the very least (as is usually the case with booze), the endless treat assists you in putting on your champagne goggles. Then you can find someone just as easy and drunk as you, head on over into one of their space age-y and unusually spacious bathrooms, and rub one out together. Be sure to check out the Ahi Tuna Nicoise Salad, too!