I had an espresso coffee with two packs of brown sugar. It served its purpose. I will now be awake for the next three days, thank you very much! I don’t know if it’s fresh or where it comes from but if you need it, I recommend it. I also had to have their mimosa. It’s fuckin’ brunch. Sometimes you just have to put aside all other cocktails and go for a mimosa1

As the trashy bitch I have been in the past, my idea of what a mimosa looks like is completely different pre Redbird. Meaning it basically looks like carbonated orange juice, and that’s exactly what I was expecting at the Redbird. So after asking for the the Redbird mimosa, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised that it was mostly champagne with a smidge of orange juice. It is a “classy” place after all and the gurlz (Marianne and I) paid top dollar to be here so we are getting that glass filled all the way to the top!

I originally thought that it was just champagne when the glass arrived at our table. The reason why I thought it was only champagne was because our server brought a tiny glass of orange juice not realizing that the additional glass of orange  juice was for Marianne, womp! They call it a Modern Mimosa, which comes with martini & rossi prosecco, clarified orange juice, and bubbles. By the way, “clarified” orange means a “mist” of OJ. I think! Anyway, the whole point of my story is that I liked it. But the $17 price tag was enough for me not to order a second one. Not getting “white girl wasted” today, I guess. Wahhh!