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| - Crepe Bar had a fun, casual atmosphere with a mix of high top and low top tables in the small and crowded space, which was bustling when we went. I loved the photo light boxes lining the north wall. What I didn't love was the wait at this partial-service spot. Granted, I chose 11:30 a.m. on a Saturday for my first visit, but I doubt it slows down much any other time on the weekends - at least it didn't during the hour-plus we were there.
Forty minutes after ordering two crepes, my coffee mug was empty (Crepe Bar brews Heart coffee, which is a bit acidic for my tastes, but enjoyable nonetheless), I'd downed three plastic cups of the room temperature self-serve water, and we'd long finished the small dish of complimentary granola (which, frankly, is difficult to eat. I'd rather they rolled them with some honey or peanut butter and made bite-size granola balls - picking up the individual oats, raisins, and nut mixture was messy and unpleasant). Although the friendly (and hipster (I saw a lot of skinny cuffed jeans, flannel, and thick-rimmed glasses) staff had nothing to do with the delay, as it was clear the small kitchen could never keep up with the demand out front, I was a bit irritated by the time my Andouille Sausage and Pick Me Up crepes finally arrived.
But then, as I said, the crepes arrived. And they were delicious enough to make my long wait a distant memory. The Pick Me Up crepe, a coffee crepe with tangy espresso mascarpone, was delightfully rich and the crepe perfectly prepared - I could barely finish my half because it was so decadent, but it was ideal for sharing. The Andouille Sausage crepe was also perfectly light and fluffy with a fantastic flavor reminiscent of fresh pasta dough. The savory flavors melded perfectly with the Andouille sausage and egg, although the pimiento cheese sauce was a bit salty. The accompanying fingerling potatoes were perfectly cooked, tender but crisp, tossed in herbs and what tasted like garlic oil. I could have devoured a whole plate.
Any lingering annoyance I had from the wait was wholly dissipated by the arrival of two complimentary mini rose marshmallows toasted tableside and served with an artful splattering of dark chocolate. The rose flavor really shone through in the marshmallows and the sweet treat polished off our meal on a high note.
In sum, prepare to wait - and I mean wait - if you head to Crepe Bar for weekend brunch, but definitely wait - it's worth it. The best crepes I've had in the Valley thus far. I can't wait to go back (and wait) to try the rest of the menu.
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