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| - It's a tiny creperie, lace and pictures et al.The owner is chatty and a melange of different countries. The servers are french. My point is: it's totalement francaises!
I went on a very blustery Saturday morning in November to take a few very close university friends from Europe who were visiting. We went to school in a French city and Europeans like crepes, so I thought Crepes a GoGo would be a good place to try out.
The weirdness started from the moment we entered. The door was wide open, and since it was a very windy day in the end of November and I had a bad cough, I asked the servers if they could close the door. The guy eventually closed the door, but said that he was worried about what his boss would say and that he would have to open it when she came in! When you're on sleepy side street in Yokville, I guess keeping the door open shows people you're open on a Saturday morning, but it's a ridiculous tactic on a cold and windy November morning. This isn't Cote d'Azur, it's Canada. Use a sandwich board outside.
After we were seated and offered the menus we were repeatedly asked for our orders even though we had told them that we were waiting for a few more people. We did order tea in the interim.
I wasn't a big fan of the crepe I had. It was a simple crepe with nutella. Mine turned to crunchy rock over the course of our conversations and I didn't bother finishing it. For people who know me, the fact that I didn't finish my meal will come as very surprising! My friends seemed ok with theirs.
For a place as tiny as this, the servers and the owners talk very loudly to one another. The service is very much like the cafes in France: no sitting around after your meal. It's a tiny place, and the demand is there, so high turnover is to be expected, but the boisterous service takes away from the cute, laid back European ambiance that this place aspires to.
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