The Morgans Restaurant in Wynwood offers homespun breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner in a quaint 1930s house

Morgans holds court in a renovated two-story 1930s house, freshly painted white, with black-and-white striped awnings and a wrap-around porch; it's so very pretty and quaint. The block and neighborhood haven't yet been gentrified, but the restaurant is just a few blocks south of the glittering Shops at Midtown Miami, so you're not exactly in no man's land — plus there's a sizable parking lot that makes coming and going secure. Still, the bright country home looks incongruous, as if accidentally dropped onto a sparse urban side street.

There's plenty of seating on the outdoor porch, although the inside dining room is much smaller (20 seats) than you'd expect from gauging the exterior. Walls are a polished pearly white, matching the chairs, six-stool bar, and balloon lamps dropping from the ceiling. The floor is poured cement, chair and stool legs are chrome, and woodblock tabletops gleam with a lacquered finish. Yet all of these cool, neutral surfaces somehow add up to a warm environment. Having the room packed with people helps too.

If the menu looks familiar, it's likely because owner Barclay Graebner served the same bill of fare at her Blu Dog Café on Española Way a decade ago. When that place closed, the mother of five opened Blu Dog Bakery at 50th and Biscayne; she turned that into a nail salon (!), sold it, and followed up with the Art of Food in the Co-Op in Wynwood — a raw food joint that was quickly cooked. With the debut of Morgans in December, she finally has a place of her own.

Joe Rocco

Location Info



28 NE 29th St.
Miami, FL 33137

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Midtown/Wynwood/Design District


The Morgans Restaurant: 28 NE 29th St., Miami 305-573-9678; Breakfast, lunch, and dinner Tuesday through Thursday 8 a.m. to 10 p.m.; Friday and Saturday 8 a.m. to 11 p.m.; and Sunday 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.

"Modern comfort food" is the tag line, meaning slightly jazzed, occasionally Asian- or Mediterranean-inspired versions of what one might imagine John-Boy Walton would have had on his dinner plate. There are panko-crusted cubes of "coconut essence" tofu pooled in apricot-soy glaze. Oops, bad example. But it is a tasty starter whose crisp half-dozen squares carry a maximum of soybean curd flavor. Sugar cane-skewered shrimp isn't really what we think of as comfort food either, nor is vegetable tempura or antipasti. Among starters, only a thin, cleanly flavored lentil soup laced with spinach and herbs would qualify as homespun. Yet Morgans comes home with American main course favorites such as spaghetti and meatballs, roast chicken, and meatloaf. The last arrived as a wide, thin, workable slab with tomato glaze on top. Smooth "smoky mash" comes alongside, and we added à la carte coleslaw — deliciously fresh and dotted with sun-dried cranberries.

Cap-shaped "little ears" pasta (orecchiette) was cooked just right to the bite and tossed with broccoli rabe and numerous patty pieces of savory homemade turkey sausage in garlic-scented broth described as having a "hint of red pepper" — which is like saying Grandpa Walton exudes a hint of old age. Still, it was a solid rendition of this classic Italian dish and proved even better when we flagged a waiter for some Parmesan cheese to sprinkle on top.

While weekday lunches and dinners were paced in a leisurely and competent fashion, a Saturday-evening visit turned into a fiasco. The place was packed and service was greatly delayed; some folks were getting up and leaving. Worse, the kitchen crew, perhaps rushing to serve patrons who remained, put out dishes that were undercooked, overcooked, missing things, and who knows what else. Waiters kept carrying plates of food back to the kitchen, the restaurant equivalent of running the ball the wrong way.

As for our dinner for two: Ouch. It began with the pleasant lentil soup and a trio of sugar cane-skewered shrimp shining with sweet, fruity glaze. The shellfish were translucent inside, as if undercooked (perhaps caused by a lengthy and sugary marinade), yet tasted toughly overcooked. It was a strange, not especially pleasant textural experience, which mango chutney cut with lime couldn't remedy.

The kitchen was out of short ribs as well as spaghetti and meatballs by 8:30 p.m. (dinner runs until 11) A main course of "Moroccan-style" stew encompassed everything the menu description implied: chickpeas, tomato, onion, green and black olives, dried apricots, and preserved lemon slices. But the bowl was mostly taken up with swollen pellets of large, pasta-like Israeli couscous and precious little broth. Plus the flavor was bland. We had ordered the stew's supplementary merguez sausage but had to request it a second time before the nicely charred link finally arrived.

Two thick, double-ribbed lamb chops (not organic, although beef used here is grass-fed) burst with juiciness and boasted a great grilled flavor. Beneath the chops came what can be described only as steamed home fries — which the menu described as "minted potato salad." When we asked our waiter for potato salad in place of the hot tubers, he returned with a steamier plate of the same. When we caught his attention later, he insisted the menu stated "red bliss potatoes sautéed with onions" — then after checking and seeing that wasn't true, tried to convince us the sauté really did constitute a salad. To his credit, he readily admitted there was no mint.

Service was undeniably awful, but you can't pin it on the staff. There simply weren't enough troops to get the job done properly — only three waiters for inside and out, no bussers, plus a bartender who tried helping but, to put this as nicely as possible, should never be allowed to leave the confines of the bar. We learned afterward that manager Vinny Cartiglia hadn't made it to work.

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