Although I dislike “day-drinking,” I thought it might be rude to claim a spot at the bar without ordering any of the bartenders’ concoctions, particularly at a restaurant that calls its weekend brunch hours “Boozy Brunch.” Looking over the cocktail menu, the “Lavender 75” piqued my interest. The ingredients list gin, lavender, lemon, and champagne. I’m not sure in what form I expected the lavender to manifest itself in my drink, but I was hoping for perhaps some kind of aromatic aftertaste. One sip of the cocktail, however, imparted nothing that tasted like the flower, so I guess the only lavender part of this drink is its sickly lavender hue. I could taste the gin as well, but more than anything else, I tasted an overwhelming sweetness. So, I decided that Charlie could finish the rest of my drink if he wanted to when he arrived; in the meantime, I would order another drink. Feeling that I’d already fulfilled my customer-at-the-bar obligations by ordering at least one cocktail, I asked the bartender for a simple grapefruit juice this time. Oddly enough, this juice was served at room temperature. On the one hand, it was probably a sign that my juice was freshly squeezed; I envisioned someone taking some grapefruits out of the pantry and squeezing the juice out on a citrus press. At the same time, however, um, I believe it is customary to serve juice chilled, right? Even Jeffrey Dahmer probably served his guests cold drinks before he murdered and dismembered them. I mean, the drinks he served were laced with drugs to make it easier for Dahmer to strangle his victims, but I bet they were chilled.