The Ramos House Café

If ever I opened a restaurant, it would be modeled after the Ramos House Café.
The San Juan Capistrano, Calif.-eatery is as romantic as it gets. It’s nestled in the heart of the city’s Spanish-influenced downtown area where kitschy shops share narrow roads with tiny, 19th-century homes built by early settlers whose future generations still live there today. This is the kind of place you bring your out-of-town guests to fall in love with California — if they haven’t already.
Being there is like traveling back in time when everything was made from scratch, from food to clothes – when nary a homeowner’s association existed to send these residents angry letters about unruly gardens or wrong choice of paint color. Here, beauty is achieved without conformity.
The Ramos House itself was built in 1881. Chef/owner/CIA grad John Humphreys lives there, cooking meals out of his home (in an updated commercial kitchen) to diners he serves on his covered patio. The bathroom is a converted outhouse, while herbs used are grown on site.

Humphreys’ food is of the southern variety, like the kind I imagine you’d eat on the wraparound porch of a Georgia plantation home. Buttermilk biscuits, citrus compound butters and jam are made by hand. Dishes are homey, and some are given a California twist that lightens the fare — like the macaroni and cheese with artichokes and lemon.
Beignets are pillowy, with textbook-perfect brunoise of apple (We should expect nothing less from a CIA grad). The crab hash, dotted with crispy bacon, scrambled eggs and sweet potato curls is my go-to. And if it’s on the menu, a slice of huckleberry coffee cake is a great way to start or end a meal. (Click on “Read the rest of this entry” for more.)

Portions are huge: A tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich could be a lunch by itself, but it’s actually one of a handful of first-course options in a three-course brunch served on Saturdays and Sundays. You could easily split courses and still be satisfied, but Humphreys “Ground Rules” strictly forbid it. A short list of these rules are printed on the menu, while another set is framed and placed by the host’s station. That one begins with “This is my home,” detailing what Humphreys would do to unruly guests and children (kick them out!). But these specifics just add to the homey experience — you know your mother had these house rules, too.
Ramos House Café, 31752 Los Rios St., San Juan Capistrano, Calif. 949-443-2992. www.ramoshouse.com

– Cynthia Furey
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March 24th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
Those dishes look so nom nom! Who is that future-foodie baby?
March 24th, 2009 at 11:29 pm
OMG I love love love the Ramos House Cafe, its my all time favorite restaurant! I wrote a review on it too on my blog! Such a beautiful atmosphere.
March 28th, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Hi Pearl! The baby belongs to my best friend Marisol and her awesome husband Steve. Her name is Natalia, and she had her first birthday that same week we went to the Ramos House!
March 28th, 2009 at 6:00 pm
HA! This is a great post….and the pictures are awesome…..boy, does my child take after her Auntie Cyn!
April 5th, 2009 at 11:47 am
As a side…where’s the magic berry story?