When I think about how long I’ve been blogging (going on three years now) and how many times I’ve driven to and from Vermont from Delaware during that time (don’t have an exact number, but probably two dozen) I can’t believe I’ve never written a post about Sylvester’s Restaurant in Northampton, Massachusetts. Past the halfway point on the drive up, always what we hit right around brunch time on the way home, Sylvester’s has become one of our go-tos, a place as familiar to my family as if we actually did live up the street.
Sylvester’s is named after Sylvester Graham because it is located in what was once his home. I’m not sure that this 19th-century advocate of dietary reform, vegetarian, teetotaler, and inventor of graham crackers would approve of the sybaritic pleasures to be found under what was once his roof, but no one seems all that concerned.
There’s lots that is local and organic and sustainable on the menu here. There’s also lots of butter. And this peppermint hot chocolate, which it would be possible to bathe in.
Or just enjoy a whole heck of a lot – that’s real whipped cream, under which chocolate and cinnamon lurk in abundant amounts.
Sylvester’s has amazing pancakes and cinnamon bun French toast, but I always find it hard to order anything but the huevos rancheros, coated with homemade salsa and served with two slabs of cornbread.
Matt is more adventurous than I am. This time he went ethnic and ordered the Irish eggs Benedict – corned beef hash drenched in hollandaise.
Tommy always assembles his own omelet, which suits him just fine since he doesn’t care for cheese but will sometimes combine bacon, ham, and sausage to great effect. Teddy swears by the clam chowder. (One of the things I love about Sylvester’s is that they serve breakfast and lunch and don’t care if your table orders a hybrid of the two).The coffee is excellent and we always get some to take with us. And sometimes cookies or brownies that are as big as my face. In case that cornbread didn’t fill me up.
So Sylvester’s may be almost 300 miles from where I live, but I consider it my neighborhood joint, along with everyone who actually lives in Northampton – the place is always hopping and on weekends you’ll wait for brunch with a long line of pierced college kids (Smith is right up the street) and families.
It’s worth it.