Nothing is more satisfying than a hungover Sunday brunch at 1:00 p.m. served by a waiter sporting scalp tattoos, serious piercings, a goatee, and a fabulous dress. Though Daniel Gipson cannot always be found in a dress (he is most often enjoyed in basic butch wear), his attitude is drag to the core, and he loves to be loved by you. Visit the Vault more than a few times, and you can be sure this man will remember your face, if not your order. His table waiting, which may include lip-shaped hand stamps for everyone, makes a wholly pleasant meal at the Vault a gender-bending experience. While the vote is still out on why the Vault manages to be so consistently good and yet remains so free of the horrific weekend lines you’ll find at Mama’s Royal Cafe and La Note, one thing is certain: Boa or no boa, Gipson is the drag queen waiter you’ve been waiting for.