Whenever my already-lacking sanity gives way to pregnancy-level craving, only one place is the quintessential fix: Royal. Imaginatively, their huge crepes wrap your little body in perfectly light, perfectly warm holiness... whichever fresh toppings you fancy smothering every nook and cranny in righteous all-that's-well-in-the-world.
The variety and execution of Royal's crepe offerings are excellent, and with management who knows not what grouchiness is, you'll never leave unsatisfied nor without having a grand time. Prices are more than reasonable, atmosphere chipper. And as much as I'd like to thank Black Chicken or Carolina for pre-gaming cheerfulness prior to setting foot in Royal, their respective wines and beers can't hold a candle to the all-knowing, all-powerful crepe king that is Royal C&C.
Rating specifics (i.e. 1-5, low-high)...
- Overall recommendation = 4.75
- Food taste and quality = 4.75
- Portion size = 4.25
- Price = 4
- Atmosphere = 4.5
- General service = 5
- Waitstaff = 5
- Location = 5