It’s hard to find a better scene for brunch than on a beautiful summer day in Venice, California. We were visiting a quintessential Venice brunch spot, Rose. Rose is a neighborhood brunch staple, as the restaurant is massive, with a front outdoor patio, an open-air indoor space inclusive of a long, diner-style counter and large communal tables, and a covered back patio. Despite a space that could very well seat hundreds of people, there’s regularly a line for Sunday brunch. Rose was filled with laid back, beautiful people—it’s just so very Venice Beach.
The Aussie boyfriend and I were on a double brunch date with my long-lost friend, Caitlyn, an old friend from high school. She is as lovely as ever: a successful lawyer, who is also married and expecting her first child. Obviously, we had a lot to catch up on.
We were seated on the expansive back patio, which was buzzing with groups of all shapes and sizes. We began with Matcha lattes for the ladies, and coffees for the gents. Naturally, I ordered a mimosa—the signature Rose Mimosa, which was blush pink. It was light and frothy—and served in a massive wine glass. I liked Rose already.
We began with a pastry board to share, as we had eyed the decadent, house-made delights in the pastry case on our walk to the table. The pastries were just as delicious as they looked. The vanilla scone being surprisingly moist and decadent. The croissant was incredible, as was a blueberry pastry that we have yet to name. We would have liked to try every pastry on the menu.
The avocado toast was absolutely beautiful, a mashed avocado with pickled fresno chilies and pistachios for a very interesting flavor. It was topped with a beautiful duck egg, fried sunny-side up.
The fruit salad was one of the best I’ve had, with strawberry slices, blackberries, green apple slices, and orange chunks. It was classic, fresh, and easy to share, and avoided our miserable honeydew.
Marco and I broke the rules when we both ordered the chorizo scramble—it was too good to pass up. The scrambled eggs were mixed with spicy chorizo and cheddar and packed with flavor. It was a hearty yet healthy brunch order, served with a side of home fries. We both loved it.
As this is California, John ordered a breakfast burrito—and dove into it before I could take a picture, breaking the second rule of brunch. It was packed with scrambled eggs, bacon, smoked cheddar, avocado, and a peanut poblano mole. The burrito was massive, and absolutely delicious—this is a great order if you’re hungry or hungover.
Caitlin ordered an egg dish, but when it arrived she realized the eggs were too raw for her to eat—a no-no for pregnant gals. The servers were all too sweet, rapidly taking care of it and bringing her a quiche, which was we all know has the eggs fully cooked.
The quiche was enormous—fluffy and filled with vegetables, along with a side salad of mixed greens. It was a classic quiche, cheesy, buttery and flaky. Caitlyn reports that it was delicious.
The Bitches say: A. This is a brunch staple in Venice, and it’s easy to see why. Great cocktails, a massive patio, and an expansive menu make this a great spot for groups of all shapes and sizes.
220 Rose Ave,
Venice, CA 90291