Homegrown in Homestead

Homestead gives me the creeps. All that fresh air. The crops. The flat, wide-open spaces. The townspeople, who all know each other by name, as if anonymity were the eighth sin. The vaunted historic downtown district, which rolls up its sidewalks at sundown.

The stuff, in short, of which my nightmares are made.
Admittedly, the fact that I last cruised downtown Homestead right after Hurricane Andrew accounts for some of my phobia -- the place was absolutely wrecked. And lately I've been hearing reports about the rebuilt and restored downtown area being an enclave for antique buffs. And about one of the most popular places in town, the White Lion Cafe, an antique shop-cum-eatery that serves dinner Thursday through Saturday (lunch Tuesday through Saturday). I believe the words "cute" and "charming" came up. So I sucked up my last lungful of city air and prepared to expel it in crop-dusting country. Naturally, I can't resist the challenge of anyone else's opinion.

I especially hate it when that opinion turns out to be correct. The White Lion Cafe is cute and charming. A trellislike outdoor dining room lined with rough-hewn wooden booths a la Key West, and the indoor store area scattered with a few tables, are chock full of collectible knickknacks, all with price tags dangling. A sign in the restroom discourages "five-finger discounts." A bottle of mouthwash and a supply of little paper cups are also on prominent display in the bathroom, chef-owner Loryann Swank's answer to complaints from lunchtime customers (who need to return to work) that there's too much garlic in her cooking. Swank would rather mar her eclectic decorating scheme than change her style of cookery, an attitude that may eventually win her as many customers as it loses.

Location Info


White Lion Café

146 NW 7th St.
Miami, FL 33136

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Downtown/Overtown

You can call her stubborn, maybe, but you can't say she's unresponsive. Swank's handwritten and oft-misspelled Americanized-fare menu changes once every two weeks or so, but she'll adapt any of the dishes to suit a patron's taste, or she'll fill requests from diners who've remembered a favorite from menus past. She indulges her regulars, who are likely to order a dish "the way Lory knows I like it," and introduces herself to strangers. For a while, she stocked buttermilk for the pregnant woman who came in every Thursday craving it, and even sent over a special "Lion spice" blend of juices for one of my guests, who was eight months pregnant at the time. These accommodations have garnered her an extremely loyal local following, including a rather well-fed neighbor's cat that successfully begged a fish dinner from the outdoor tables (mine in particular).

Trained as a graphic artist, the 30-year-old Swank, who also works in the family business, received the White Lion as a 28th birthday gift from her mother Sallyann, a gerontologist who runs Swankridge Alzheimer's Research and Care Centers. Sallyann began the business as a store in 1984, later adding on a publike tearoom, which in turn developed into a lunch-and-dinner destination. All proceeds (except for staff payroll) from the antique store and cafe go to the care centers -- a feel-good reason to grab a meal here.

Even if the dishes don't always sit up and say, "I am Lion. Hear me roar."
Swank makes good use of her Homestead setting not only to procure antiques but to purvey the ultrafresh produce available from right down the road. A crock of soup of the day, New England clam chowder, was packed with chunks of red-skinned potatoes, sweet and firm despite their milky bath. The cream broth was a perfect consistency, unthickened by flour or cornstarch, cradling pieces of just-shucked clams, tender and pink as a sunset. A few tidbits of bacon were oddly flavorless, but their addition certainly didn't mar the chowder's seaside impact.

A choice of house or caesar salad, served with each entree, likewise highlighted South Dade pickings. There wasn't much difference between the two fields of green: Both comprised torn romaine leaves and tomatoes and featured a whole spicy pepper on top; the house salad had shredded red onions and the caesar sliced black olives. Homemade dressings were the main differentiation -- a honey-sweet raspberry vinaigrette and a ranchlike blue cheese were ideal on the house salads, while an anchovy-challenged, raw-egg-free (pregnant women take note), and not particularly cohesive Parmesan vinaigrette was poured over the caesar. In keeping with the restaurant's philosophy, of course, you can order the caesar dressing on the house salad.

Starters are somewhat limited. Moreover, they seem to be variations on a mono-ingredient theme. On our visit, the menu featured garlic mushrooms, "The Crabby Mushroom" (spelled "Crabie Mushrom"), and "The Art of Mushroom" as three of the four choices. For an extra buck or two, any of the appetizers was also available as an entree, served over pasta. Surveying the Art of Mushroom, we could see why. The platter of sauteed tomato wedges, mushroom slices, quartered artichoke hearts, and leaf spinach looked like a pasta dish minus the noodles and was hearty enough to satisfy a dinner appetite. Ladled over slices of buttery French bread, the melange was edgy with vine-ripened flavor, though dampened by too much cooking oil.

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