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| - Prior to stepping into this lovely little establishment down the road from where I live, I had eaten only one crêpe in my life. While not as committed to my indifference to crêpes as Ricky Bobby in "Talladega Nights" by allowing my arm to be broken unless I stated that I loved them, I only went there for lunch one day because my partner, Dan, wanted to go. I reluctantly agreed to go for lunch as, after all, how bad could a "very thin pancake" really be.
Along with my prior indifference to crêpes, I also clearly had an ignorance to the versitility of these delightful food creations. I thought they were only sweet. As we looked over the menu board and I saw the mouth watering pictures on the wall, a completely revised eating plan had to be considered. Dan selected "The Ninja", while I selected a Philly cheese steak style one. We were offered the selection of lettuce or spinach inside, we both went with spinach. Dan described it as "a party in my mouth and everyone is invited", and I wholeheartedly concurred. My complete foodgasm experience came when I ate my half of the dessert crêpe we ordered that was the Strawberry, Nutella and Whipped Cream stuffed confection that followed. I felt instant regret for deciding to share the dessert crêpe rather than order my own, and Dan felt an uneasy discomfort in taking his eyes off of his half, taking a tighter grasp on his fork and making a low pitched growling sound that indicated his chilvalry had limitations in the face of such deliciousness. Sure, he would take a bullet for me, but share his half of that crêpe? It just wasn't going to happen.
The final thing that we thoroughly enjoyed was the music playing both times we went there. It was surprisingly hip, and not in the ironic T-shirt wearing, beard sporting, waxed moustache sort of fashion.
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