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Just off the gutter lane of south Colorado Boulevard you'll step across the Mediterranean and into the aromatic and enchanting palette of Damascus Restaurant.
I have driven by it many a time always thinking ""I have to remember to try that place."" And this 'not so secret' Syrian joint may come as a surprise to you if you've never been here, just as it did to me.
When you walk in here, don't be fooled by the simple handpainted walls, dingy atmosphere, the travel agency posters of the Syrian capital, or the Salvadoran cook in the kitchen. This place serves some of the best Middle Eastern food Denver has to offer. And if you think it needs a facelift, you might check your mirror because you probably do too. You're not eating the walls anyway and if it were twice the price, then I'd complain about about it's atmosphere.
The menu is filled with all the usual middle east eats you'd expect, but you won't go wrong ordering just about anything. The food is made on site, it's fresh, delicious and served hot.
I picked out a few safe menu finds on my first visit and placed my order with the friendly Jordanian waitress. Then I almost peed my pants when she nonchalantly threw me this steaming basket of pita bread and placed an offering of the world's best hummus down beside it. Instantly, goosebumps arose and I had the feeling like it had just been made for me. And it had. It was like when Mom used to make fresh tortillas every morning and no sooner was it off the comal (griddle) and into my mouth. Fantastic! What is it with the world's flatbreads? I have yet to find one, when made fresh, that I don't enjoy. And this... this was perfect.
The ""hummus"" on my tongue was like heaven. It's texture divine. I mean, how could it have been made any better? I really don't know! The spices were balanced with care, not too garlicky or over cheesed-out like that ""gourmet"" junk you find in the stores - you know what I mean - that red pepper, black bean, overaerated-aerated spackle-textured.. blah! Oy! This is oceans away from that!
Anyway, to keep myself from fingering the entire bowl of hummus and eating it all in one fell swoop, I judiciously tore pita chunks and dipped them into the hummus as if it were communion. The whole time looking over my shoulder at other diners, wondering if I was eating it too fast.
Thankfully, Miss Jordan soon returned with my aroma-tickling main course - spicy and piquant chicken Kafta and Kebab served on a bed of fragrant Jasmine rice infused with tiny durum noodles. Accompanying it was a traditional and yet flavorful yogurt sauce and a fresh decor of tomato and lettuce. The Kebab outshone the Kafta by a smidgen in flavor, but both were alive with a charbroiled taste and fulfilling gustation. I could not eat all the rice, mostly because by now I had eyed dessert sitting coyly in a glass case at the back of the restaurant.
As I prepared to leave, not sure if I would have dessert, I approached the counter to pay. Then it glistened at me. Like a gem teasing me and luring me into it, I realized how fresh looking it was and could not resist. Am I glad I didn't. Perfectly portioned and incredibly decadent, the sweet rose water carefully danced on the flaky layers of the Baklava like dew on a leaf after a mountain rainfall. The flavors and texture harmoniously played together in this perfect little jewel. It was a magical carpet ride that ended a most satisfying encounter!
If you go to Damascus Restaurant for nothing else but the hummus or the baklava, I encourage the visit. Spread the word about Damascus, it's worth sharing and one experience you won't soon forget!
Pros: The hummus, the pita, the baklava
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