However, had we known just how amazing brunch was going to be, I'm sure we all would have cleared our hectic social calendars in short order. You see, LevelOne is not just another brunch location; LevelOne is the brunch place to see and seen for all the fabulous gay men of D.C.
Given that the upstairs is a sweaty, sweaty dance club, I wasn't expecting much out of the food, regardless of how good the menu options looked:
|The "disco" part is because they play disco music over the speakers. Yeah, I thought it was a stretch, too.|
The grits were delectably creamy, and the hash browns were perfectly salty with rosemary. My smoked salmon eggs benedict was out of this world, and the rest of the food was completely satiating as well.
But, regardless of how fat we stuffed ourselves with mimosas and eggs and sausage and truffle fries (which we got as an appetizer, and which were heavenly), perhaps what was most enjoyable about our brunch experience was the other patrons.
Seriously, there is no other way to describe what we encountered but fabulous and fierce! Our table was pretty much the only one with women; everywhere else was a sea of skinny jeans, deep V-neck sweaters and gauzy, loopy scarves. I have never been called "bitch" so much in my life (example: "I'll see you bitches on the street and be like, 'Hey, girl, remember the time we got fucked up?'"), and I loved it.
I also learned what a "power bottom" is, so there's that.
|Mabel enjoyed Sunday brunch, too.|