Stumbling into the bright, high-ceilinged interior of Oddfellows and plunking down at one of the rustic tables is a favorite Seattle brunch experiences. Whether your day starts at 9 a.m. or 3 p.m., Oddfellows helps with a wake-up mimosa, bloody mary, or rotating brunch punch and endless refills of freshly brewed coffee, which help wash down the fantastic selection of straightforward but masterful dishes: a big fluffy brick of brioche French toast with a dollop of mascarpone and your choice of fruit compote or maple syrup; homemade oatmeal flecked with brown sugar and pecans, perfect for a rainy day; a bowl of beignets sitting under a snowy mound of powdered sugar and raspberry jam for dipping (a surprisingly revelatory combination for this native New Orleanian); and a dense homemade biscuit paired with cheesy scrambled eggs. When the weather’s good, ask to dine al fresco, preferably in the sliver of a back patio, hemmed in by enchanting brick walls that seem to speak to the history of this building; I can imagine old men with fantastic mustaches smoking cigars back there.