Matthew J Sharp
Google
“Where Taxidermy Meets Toast Points”
Rosie’s Café in Tahoe City is what happens when your grandmother’s attic, a taxidermy shop, and a really solid brunch spot all collide in a beautiful, maple-syrup-scented explosion. You walk in and instantly wonder if you’ve stepped into a 1970s time capsule curated by someone with a deep emotional connection to moose heads and model airplanes. And I mean that in the BEST way.
The food? Picture your childhood comfort meals if your childhood was spent vacationing with eccentric millionaires who loved sourdough and bacon. My eggs were fluffier than a conspiracy theory podcast host. The hashbrowns were crispy enough to reawaken my soul. Even the toast had that smug, buttery confidence you only get at high elevations.
The service was fast, friendly, and full of genuine Tahoe charm, i.e., everyone looked like they could ski backwards with a Bloody Mary in hand. Respect.
Now, let’s talk restrooms — because this is where Rosie’s separates itself from the herd. The men’s room features a trough. That’s right, fellas, prepare to relive your high school gym locker room glory days, shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, making awkward eye contact with the elk on the wall. But wait — plot twist — the water temperature at the sink was HOT. Not “lukewarm surprise” hot. I’m talking “therapeutic spa hand treatment” hot. Five stars just for that.
Final thoughts: Come for the food, stay for the ambiance, and leave with cleaner hands than you expected. Rosie’s is a Tahoe treasure, a brunch fever dream, and a celebration of all things weird, warm, and wonderful.