As anyone who has been following our blog would’ve realized by now, Charlie and I try to order a wine or cocktail(s) with our meal so we could report on its merits along with our observations on the restaurant’s other attributes. Unfortunately, I couldn’t adhere to our usual protocol on this day as I knew I had work to return to after our brunch, for which I needed to remain 100% sober. So, alas, I couldn’t join Charlie in ingesting a glass of Redbird’s mimosa. Instead, my beverages this time were limited to orange juice and the house water, and it’s on these that I’ll now share my thoughts. I’ll talk about the complimentary water first. It was wet and tasted like water. The ratio of hydrogen atoms to oxygen was within reason. The orange juice was also unremarkable (and I couldn’t tell if it was freshly squeezed or not—which probably means that it wasn’t), except for what it was served in. The glass it came in did take me by surprise, being a container only slightly bigger than a shot glass. I’d be interested to know where one can find a glass of that size; while its fluid capacity might be considered awkward for general use, it would be most serviceable in situations when one needs to GET WASTED FAST.