You want brunch. You want mimosas.
Charlotte has decided both should require a strategy session. Skip the NoDa circus or embrace it, but know the terrain.
This list runs from a dimly lit fried-chicken date spot in a former mill to a rowdy patio where the buffalo wings have a proper kick. STIR’s staff will refill your glass unprompted; Mariposa might serve you a steak you cannot chew…