The counter is petite, a short stroll of pastries, just door to menu to ringing up. The majority of the seating is on a garden-like front patio, with heat from a few fiery lamps.
A casual cafe, on the smaller side, sunny and sweet with homemade smells that stir up all the feels. Smaller doesn't mean less at Sycamore Cafe, and they have the pastries to prove it.
There's a Flourless Lemon Tart that manages to be both light and dense. Sunshine and citrus shimmers and settles, a glimmer that is both bold and bright.
The Salted Caramel Babka is something else altogether. Moist rolls swirl around in sticky-bun layers, spilling delicate pecans drizzled in gooey caramel syrup.
The Croque Madame stands strong, like any single lady should. She is hard, salty ham with sharp, melted Swiss on a crispy, chewy bread. She is softened by sweet bechamel, mollified but not pacified by a effusion of a fried egg yolk, the one accessory that pulls it all together.
The Double B-LTA brought them Jonathan Gold-level fame, and it's not hard to see why. The crispy pork belly is takes bacon to the max. It stays savory and sharp as the braised pork belly melts to a viscous liquid. There are exactly enough strips in just the perfect thickness to provide full coverage to this holy-grail of a classic, and the ripe avocado adds to the buttery lettuce and fresh tomato.
Another French-style cafe, famous for its baked goods and brunch, barely a couple of blocks from Lefavre legend Republique. It begs the comparison, but really there is none. Sycamore Cafe is a such a sweet and special place; its reputation as a standout is well-deserved, and it deserves to stand alone.
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