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After biting into Lanelle Young's sweet-potato French fries--such caramelized confections they should be served in a candy dish--you'd swear she was born and bred in a part of the country where the humidity is thicker than split-pea soup and the unrelenting sun makes a body feel as Southern-fried as a flour-coated flank steak plunked in sizzling oil. And after talking with her on the phone, you're sure of it. Young peppers her conversation with the word "honey"--as in, "Honey, I come from a great family of cooks"--and her voice exudes the kind of warm, syrupy friendliness that always seems on the verge of matter-of-factly confiding that her cousin Elroy just got some girl knocked up.
But it turns out the head chef at Hugo's is originally from Minnesota. "My family owned their own places," she confesses, "and I started working in them when I was about six." After that came some hard time cooking at a California bed-and-breakfast for ten years and another stint in Minnesota before Young finally moved to Denver six years ago. Here she's worked for Three Tomatoes catering and both Al Fresco and the European Cafe; she also helped open Cafe Berlin and assisted a food service for elderly and handicapped shut-ins. Then, this past January, she heard that veteran Denver restaurateur David French needed someone to help him open up a little place on 17th Avenue--and a little place was just what she needed. "Honey, I'm telling you, this line of work gets hard on you after a while," she explains. "I put in my eighty hours a week when we opened up, but you just can't keep that up for very long."
First, though, she had to convince French that she was the woman for the job by presenting a sample menu, entirely of her own creation, without so much as a hint from him on which direction to head in terms of cuisine and general style. Obviously, Young guessed right: French and company so liked her roster of innovative, contemporary, Southern-inspired dishes that her sample menu was printed almost verbatim for opening day.
1205 E. 13th Ave.
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The gutsy food offerings fit right in with the new design of the space, which once housed Acappella's and then suffered through assorted incarnations including a crab shack and a piano bar. French, whose Hornet is still going gangbusters on South Broadway, had been looking for something smaller, and the cozy 17th Avenue spot seemed to fit the bill. He found his minor partners, Brock McKinley (who also serves as the restaurant's general manager) and McKinley's cousin Charles Shively, in a University of Colorado scholarship program that pushes community projects (French is on the board). The trio clicked, then got to work. For the decor concept, they hired a professional design company that came up with a cosmopolitan interior--a sharp, geometric motif that contrasts a grape hue with terra cotta, mustard, black and cream--that doesn't quite match the neighborhoody exterior.
But that's all right. For more casual dining, there's still the covered patio-cum-biergarten out back and a sunny set of umbrella-topped tables out front; Hugo's offers periodic neighborhood parties, mailing out postcards that invite nearby residents in for $1 drafts, wings and brats. And somehow, even the modern-looking dining room has retained its old-time, chummy feel--a feeling the friendly staff does its best to emphasize.
But Hugo's best argument is Young's food. She's tweaked the offerings a bit since the opening--the kitchen's dropped the labor-intensive, winter-hearty meatloaf sandwich I'd liked so much--but the dishes still possess a certain downhome spirit. And some of her specialties are pure Southern comfort. For instance, Young knows how to fry the hell out of a catfish, as evidenced by the fried-catfish entree ($7.95). A mess of big ol' fillets had been heavily armored with a mixture of seasonings and cornmeal, a coating so crisp that it held the fish in the shape it took during frying, leaving one partly vertical, twisted piece looking like a food sculpture. But we didn't care what it looked like, because it tasted so good: fresh, juicy cat in a spicy, crunchy skin. A huge side of the sweet-potato fries--thin, chewy and sugary--and half a large ear of corn dotted with blackened, roasty kernels made this a bargain meal, well-rounded and oh-so-satisfying.
The Southern-fried chicken ($8.95) gave the catfish a run for its money--and flavor. Three pieces of moist, oily bird--both white and dark meat--came in crispy, well-seasoned jackets of what looked like a variety of crumbs that had fused into a shell. This time we'd chosen a side of the roasted-garlic mashed potatoes (in addition to the sweet-potato fries, Hugo's offers above-average French fries), and for once got what we'd been hoping for: a mountain of skin-included, hand-mashed spuds teeming with roasted garlic. Not raw garlic, not bitter, overcooked garlic, but garlic roasted until its insides turned into butter and its bite mellowed without losing any muscle.
The stinking rose is one of Young's favorite ingredients, as we discovered on a second visit to Hugo's. For starters, there was the roasted-garlic soup ($2.95 a cup), for which Young used the same thorough roasting to coax the most out of the cloves before she pureed them into a thin, semi-creamy near-liquid that was nothing but garlic, garlic and more garlic. Then came the Caesar salad ($5.95), with its somewhat milder garlic and significantly milder-than-usual anchovy. McKinley said they decided to bow to popular tastes and throw back much of the traditional fishiness, but a good, made-from-scratch, no-gooey-Miracle-Whip dressing more than made up for the loss of some anchovies.