Every once in a while I like to indulge in what can only be described as "hella white people food." And the other day was no different; I laced up my navy blue Keds, slapped on the ole calculator watch, and listened to 70s hair metal in my Buick hybrid all the way to Royal.
The crepes were delicious (as always), service was fast, and I thoroughly appreciate restaurants that serve pop in cans instead of the fountain. They're closed on Mondays which is a bummer but other than that, a top quality experience every time I go in.