Morgan's Restaurant

Wow! It seems like only yesterday when we refurbished the landmark neighborhood fixture of the little purple house on 29th Street in what is now known as Midtown Miami. The first order of business? Choosing our name. Morgan, our oldest daughter, was chosen as a direct result of her uncanny ability in the great sibling equalizer rock, paper, scissors, winning five straight matches and several "re-dos". We suppose it's those communal moments that give us that pep in our collective step. The world has gone up and got itself in some hurry, even the clouds seem to have somewhere to be. At Morgan's we've gone ahead and selected to press pause and enjoy the moment, to cherish companionship. We can still remember running around our summer home, which was also the back porch of our winter home. Enjoying the sun from the day's end, sitting on that old wooden swing with a calm breeze that carried us into a warm summer evening. We've worked our brow off to create that same comforting feeling at Morgan's, where listening is valued as much as speaking and good friends and family take the cake, well, pie as is often in our case. I guess what we're getting at is there just aren't a whole lot of anxieties here, just good company and fresh, Florida grown and bred, all-natural ingredients. The kind directly from the community, served to the community. The same thoughtful, wholesome and, most importantly, locally sourced food that your gram used, prepared much in the same way. Well, maybe without all the butter and guilt, we have grown up a little. Whipping up rib-sticking fare that would please even your most fussy aunt is what we do. With a promise, friend, that you may rest assured each dish that hits your table will be made from scratch, with a little love being the only additive.