Brunch runs every day at Sundown, until three in the afternoon, and the mimosas are two dollars. On Lower Greenville in 2026, that shouldn’t be possible. It’s also not the reason to go, which surprised me.
Sundown at Granada has sat at 3520 Greenville Ave. since 2011, next door to the Granada Theater, both owned by Mike Schoder and Julia Garton. A restaurant attached to a music venue usually cooks like one. This one doesn’t, and it took a second visit to believe it.
Ask for the rooftop when you walk in. The dining room is comfortable and the lower patio is pleasant, but the roof catches whatever breeze there is and looks down Greenville, and by eleven on a Saturday it’s half full of people taking a rough Friday at their own pace. Nobody hurries you along up there.
The Sundown Benedict is the dish that settles the question. Barbecue brisket, poached egg, hollandaise, brioche slider underneath. Smoke and yolk and butter hitting at once, with the brioche sweet enough to hold it all together and sturdy enough not to collapse. Break the egg and let it run into the brisket. It’s been on the menu for years, and after one bite you understand why they’ve never taken it off.
The French Toast is the other one. Texas toast dipped in vanilla-almond batter, bananas and berries and nuts, banana rum syrup, bacon alongside. The syrup does the work — sweet without going sticky, and it sinks into bread thick enough to take it. Split it for the table.
The rest of the section does its job without showing off. Chicken and Waffles is a proper buttermilk breast on a Belgian waffle, big and uncomplicated, which is what you want before an afternoon of drinking. The Hash Skillet is solid, two eggs any style over peppers and onions with house barbecue sauce. The Crab Cake Benedict is the splurge, and the sauteed spinach cuts the hollandaise the way most kitchens never bother to.
What I’d actually order on a second trip are the Wake-Up Brisket tacos. Brisket, scrambled eggs, white cheddar, black beans and fire-roasted salsa in flour tortillas, and there’s a combo that gets you a bacon one alongside. It’s the most complete plate in the section and the least fussed over.
The full menu runs the whole time, so the table usually ends up with loaded waffle fries under queso, brisket and jalapeños, which vanish immediately. The Sundown Burger with bacon whiskey jam and smoked gouda is a real burger. The Kale Harvest salad, with chili pecans, apple, goat cheese and pomegranate balsamic, is better than it needs to be for a room where most people are drinking.
One thing that deserves more credit than it gets: they run dedicated gluten-free fryers. Almost nobody does, because it costs money and takes space, and people with celiac drive across town for it.
And the two-dollar mimosa is exactly what it should be. Nobody’s pretending it’s champagne. The point is that a table of four can sit up there for three hours on a Sunday and walk out without wincing at the check, which is a choice this place keeps making year after year while the rest of the street goes the other way.
Open 11 to 10 Monday through Thursday, 11 to midnight Friday, 10 to midnight Saturday, 10 to 8 Sunday. Happy hour runs 11 to 6 on weekdays. Parking is the lot next door, the streets around McCommas, or eight dollars behind the theater on Martel. Reservations if you’re bringing a group.
Ask for the roof, get the benedict, and check the Granada calendar on your way out. Most of the time there’s a reason to stay.
