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Syrup is a sweet Cherry Creek brunch spot

Syrup is a sweet Cherry Creek brunch spot
Photo by Mark Manger
John Kuebler delivers breakfast to diners Peter and Audrey Dellgren at Syrup, 300 Josephine Street in Cherry Creek North. See more photos from Syrup in our slideshow.

Our family led a pretty modest existence when I was a child, but weekend mornings were sheer luxury. My brother and I would plod down the stairs and be greeted by a pile of misshapen chocolate chip- or banana-studded pancakes, steam still rising from the freshly griddled ones on top. Our parents would busy themselves with coffee and the paper and generously overlook the fact that we promptly drowned our meal in half a bottle of syrup, then proceeded to cover every item on the table with a sticky film. In those days, we were probably getting Bisquick meets Aunt Jemima, but to our elementary-school palates, trained to fully appreciate the brutally sweet, we couldn't imagine that many things could possibly taste better.

I know better now, of course, but thanks to those indulgent mornings, I still have an incredible love of brunch. The meal's a glimpse into a life of leisure, one full of crossword puzzles, meandering strolls and whimsy, an existence that's utterly devoid of any obligation to abide by social norms. Want to eat until you have to unbutton your pants at the table and then go home and nap? Brunch urges you to do so. Looking a little haggard after a rough night? Brunch offers a friendly, non-judgmental bosom. Feel like having dessert for a meal? Brunch calls it pancakes.

And so I spend Saturday and Sunday mornings picking pork-filled buns off a dim sum cart on Federal Boulevard, trying some inventive new take on the full English breakfast in a posh bistro, inhaling a smothered breakfast burrito. But occasionally, I crave a nostalgic throwback to those pancake breakfasts. And that's when I'm sweet on Syrup, which Tim Doherty opened in April with chef Tom Willis.

Hanna's Cinnamon Apple is one of the sweet breakfast offerings at Syrup. See more photos from Syrup in our slideshow.
Mark Manger
Hanna's Cinnamon Apple is one of the sweet breakfast offerings at Syrup. See more photos from Syrup in our slideshow.

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Syrup

300 Josephine St., Ste. 20
Denver, CO 80206

Category: Restaurant > American

Region: Central Denver

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Syrup
The Foster $9.99
Charlie's Factory $9.99
Cherry Creeker $10.99
Jan omelet $10.99
Brooklyn omelet $10.99
Beignets $5.99
300 Josephine Street, #20
720-945-1111
Hours: 6:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m. Monday-Friday; 7:30 a.m.-3 p.m. Saturday-Sunday

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Doherty ran Lodo's Bar and Grill for sixteen years before he decided to give up the night before for the morning after, picking up the lease on the garden-level spot in Cherry Creek that the Egg Shell vacated last December. Syrup resembles an oversized breakfast nook, swathed in a pastel palette and illuminated by sunlight, despite the fact that it's partially underground. The kitchen pass is visible from every banquette and wooden table in the dining room, bringing the galley partially into the action — much as it would be in an actual home. And the former bar manager doesn't serve even a drop of alcohol in his breakfast-and-lunch joint, since the address's proximity to a school prevents it from holding a liquor license.

As the name of the restaurant suggests, much of the menu is devoted to foods that are vessels for syrup — and Willis, who manned kitchens at Lodo's and Rock Bottom Brewery before moving here, makes several versions of the sticky stuff. Some of them, like agave-honey and blackberry, are offered year-round. Others, like mint-chocolate and raspberry, are seasonal. They're all paired with sweet breakfast dishes that would have made the ten-year-old me ecstatic, whose menu descriptions include magic words like "chocolate" and "oreo" and "dulce de leche." And while the current me still appreciates the occasional threat of a diabetic coma, it really digs the sentimentality of decked-out pancakes, waffles and French toast. Which is why I encouraged my family to meet me at Syrup a few weeks ago.

The place was crowded that Sunday morning, with couples and groups chatting in the hallway in front of the door; a friend who'd arrived early was reading one of the papers abandoned on a table in front of the host stand. A chipper Doherty led parties to tables, bouncing with nervous energy as he attempted to ensure that everyone was having a good time. His waitstaff seemed less concerned, with a slightly detached group of servers looking like they'd rather be sitting at breakfast than serving it (though I can't exactly blame them).

After we got our coffee — steaming hot, and weak enough that I could safely down several cups without heart failure — we ordered a plate of beignets, crisply fried pillows of pastry dusted with powdered sugar and delivered with our choice of three different syrups for dipping. But only the tart apple-cinnamon stood out. (The buttermilk may have been creamier than the maple-vanilla, but otherwise they tasted almost the same.) Fried dough inhaled, we settled in to wait for our main courses. As the caffeine in my bloodstream ticked up, I found myself impatiently watching the pass in the kitchen every time a plate came up. At brunch, I socialize only after my stomach is full; before that, I sit in a haze, counting down the minutes until I can eat.

Thankfully, our ticket was finally called. The dishes piled onto our table until every inch of space was covered, tiny side plates balancing precariously between platters. And then the feeding frenzy began. We wolfed down bites of a crisp waffle laden with sticky brûléed banana, its gaping holes flooded with maple-vanilla syrup. The gooey Charlie's Factory pancakes were so packed with Ghirardelli chips, the chocolate had melted to practically form a filling; we poured on the buttermilk syrup, just in case our blood sugar wasn't spiking high enough already.

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