By our family
for your family.

We started The Mimosa House because Sunday brunch was the best meal of the week and we couldn't stand to give them up by Monday. So we kept them — the slow plates, the loud table, the bottle in the middle, the chair you don't want to leave. We painted the columns teal, hung the chandeliers, and put a wall up that reads, plainly: there is always a reason to celebrate.

The room is the recipe. Teal-painted columns, honey-wood tables, black Chiavari chairs, white marble at the bar. Crystal chandeliers against a blacked-out industrial ceiling — the trick is to make a warehouse feel like your aunt's living room, if your aunt was very fun and very particular about her bubbles.

The mimosa is the secret recipe. We pour real bubbles — crémant by default, prosecco by request, champagne when somebody is celebrating something they want everyone in the room to know about. We stay classy with bottles and skip the messy bottomless — we keep it fun with Northern California's best champagne and bubbles list.

We've grown from one house to nine — East Sacramento, Curtis Park, Gold River, Rancho Cordova, Roseville, Granite Bay, El Dorado Hills, and both sides of Folsom — and we've kept the same three rules at every door: take care of people, pour a generous glass, and never let brunch end before two.

The rest is just the day. The light through the front window. The way the room sounds at 11:30. The bachelorettes at table 14. The grandma in the corner with the crab benedict. The friends meeting for the first time in eight months and not getting up until three.

That's the place. We hope you'll come. Sunday or otherwise.