For the kids who've got a bit more dough to blow ($20 per person), you can't really beat the buffet that Chief O'Neill's pops out every Sunday afternoon. Located on a lonely stretch of Elston Avenue, this gem of an Irish pub puts an upscale mark on the usual brunch and creates a five-table spread that rivals any of the downtown hotel offerings (here, though, the parking is free and plentiful).

While the chef is slicing prime rib for the hungry church couples, there are little bambinos pawing all over the sushi and a bunch of cackling grannies slammin' down piles of peel-and-eat shrimp. The variety of food is astounding, with deviled eggs, golden brown platters of fish and chips, real crab salad, made-to-order omelets, potato salad, bangers and bacon, seafood pasta and a bizarre, stray bowl of chips and salsa. Most of the pretty, in-the-know folks scoot to the beautiful back patio and lay out pints of Guinness and insanely potent bloody Marys to march alongside their piled-high plates.

Centerstage Reviewer: Misty Tosh