MIAM started on a corner in Wynwood with a single oven, six tables, and a sign nobody could pronounce. Miam is what a French toddler says when something tastes good — /mjam/, the small involuntary noise of pleasure. We wanted a café that earned the word.
Eight years later there are four of us — Wynwood, Coral Gables, Biscayne, and just up the coast in Fort Lauderdale. The rooms look different but the table is set the same way. Real maple syrup. Eggs cracked to order. Espresso pulled slow. Bread baked the morning of, not the day before.
If you've been with us since the beginning, thank you — there's a reason your usual is in the kitchen's muscle memory. If you're new, here's what you'll notice first: we don't rush. We'd rather you finish your second cup than turn the table. We'd rather change the menu than the ingredients. And we'd rather make twelve pancakes from scratch than open a bag of mix.
This space is going to be quieter than our Instagram — a place for stories about how the dishes were figured out, the people behind the counter, and the four neighborhoods we get to wake up in. We hope you'll stay a while.
— The MIAM family
