On Sunday mornings in Grayton Beach, the queue – more a loose grouping of people in sociable clumps than a strict line – begins forming at The Red Bar more than an hour before the doors open at 11 a.m. for brunch. Savvy locals, hungover hipsters, sandy-toed beachcombers, families wrangling toddlers, tourists who cycled over from one of the beach communities strung along Highway 30A – they’re all lured to the funky, colorful Red Bar by…
