Last Sunday morning, two prospective diners approached the entrance of Abigail, a new restaurant on the corner at Classon Avenue and St. Johns Place. One of them pointed to a sign taped to the front door that said “B.Y.O.B.” “That sucks,” one of them said, “isn’t this supposed to be a wine bar?” They went in for brunch anyhow; the place was busy. Brunch, normally a buckshot-filled game of Russian roulette, is relaxed yet......