MIAMI | FLORIDA
At $320, MILA is Serving Miami's Most Lavish, Boozy Brunch
Yes, there’s a ‘Virgin’ version for $95, but you’ll feel like royalty if you spring for the ‘Imperial’ upgrade
★★★★★
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By Michael Lessne | April 22, 2026
AUTHOR BIO: A South Florida native, Michael Lessne is an expert on the dining scene. By day, he is a bankruptcy and creditors’ rights attorney and commercial litigator.
MILA sits just above the usual Lincoln Road circus, where restaurants deal in laminated menus, giant cocktails, and the gentle ambush of tourists being talked into lunch. Upstairs at MILA, brunch begins with a different kind of proposition, one built less on hustle than polish.
Walking into its open-air rooftop courtyard, the space opens wide. There are wood beams with actual grain, lush greenery softening the edges, and a koi pond slipping quietly through the space. The design is heavy on intention. At 11:30 a.m., we were seated immediately, and the meal began with one of the more revealing twists on the beach: MILA’s much-discussed brunch is, in fact, a buffet.
That makes sense when you consider the volume they’re dealing in here. MILA is the highest-grossing independent restaurant in the country, pulling in $51 million yearly, and Riviera Dining Group has used that success to build one of the more visible luxury restaurant portfolios in Miami. MILA is joined by Casa Neos, Claudie, and AVA. This then is not some oversized brunch service that happened to get popular. It is one of the signature engines behind a group that has gotten very good at selling aspiration in a city that is always in the market for it.
And the brunch buffet here works because its well edited. The variety is enormous, but not messy. It is broad without turning random, and that distinction matters.
The cold side sets the tone. Oysters lead the way. The sushi selection stays disciplined, with hamachi, tuna, and salmon instead of some overextended parade of rolls with seven sauces and an identity crisis. Hand rolls are made in real time. The spicy tuna had heat, which in Miami is never assumed. Caviar shows up in composed bites that are refined without fuss. Elsewhere, the menu stretches outward with white fish ceviche, bright and clean, gazpacho served in a test tube, and croissants with honeycomb and cheese that are simple enough to make good sense in the middle of all this extravagance.
That extravagance, of course, is also literal. MILA includes champagne and rosé directly into the experience, with tiered packages that start with the $95 “Virgin” package to the $320 “Imperial” with unlimited cocktails and pours of the premium stuff, including Dom. After a while you’ll forget about the bill that’s coming.
The more telling success is the service, which is where MILA separates itself from your average brunch. Spanish guitar drifted over low electronic DJ beats. Our server Denise handled the table with precision, clearing plates almost as soon as they landed empty, resetting the rhythm without interrupting it. Her partner José had the room the way good restaurant people do, quietly watching, adjusting, making sure nothing stalled. That sense of flow is what keeps the whole thing from tipping into excess.
The hot food held its own too. A New York strip was medium rare and properly done. There was skirt steak with chimichurri, chicken and lamb off the grill, and street corn that earned its place. One of the smartest bites was also one of the simplest sounding, an egg poured from a jar over steak. That should not be a memorable moment in a spread this large. Here, it was exceptional.
Dessert stayed on message. French toast came crisp on the outside and soft inside. Waffles were topped with berries and passion fruit, with Nutella and jam available for those inclined to push things further. There was house-made pistachio ice cream, crème brûlée, and an unsweetened matcha latte.
Then there is the scene, which is pure Miami. The crowd was attractive, curated, and fully aware of itself. Influencers were everywhere. At one point, a woman narrated her plate into her phone, describing something as “spicy” with the solemnity of field reporting. It sounded absurd for maybe half a second, and then it made sense. Everybody at MILA is documenting something, whether it is the food, the room, the wine, or their own face reflected back from the performance of it all.
Outside, Lincoln Road still does what it has always done, selling a kind of sunburned theater to anybody willing to stop walking. Upstairs, MILA offers a version of Miami Beach that feels briefly insulated from all that noise, not quieter exactly, and certainly not modest, but more composed. In a neighborhood built to grab your attention from every direction, that kind of control can feel downright luxurious.
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