I was expecting to be blown away. Completely. This was a brand new restaurant. With crepes. In Pittsburgh. The small city that has its roots in the crude steel industry; but the small city that recently began to experience a major cultural and culinary boom. I was sure Geppeto was gonna be part of that. It was even in Lawrenceville, the heart and major happening point of said boom. Alas, it was good. But it is a prime example of the disappointment (albeit a small one) of setting one's hopes too high.
The crepe was the Chicken and the Gruyere. It was a good morsel. It even satisfied my crepe longings but it didn't leave me longing for another taste. The decor is acceptable with its much-publicized books hanging from the ceiling, rugged brick and plaster walls with nooks with Pinocchio puppets, and VW bus graphics. Huh?
Oh well, in the end, I would still tell anyone to go here. And I bet it will improve with age. But maybe my slightly unfulfilled expectations along with Geppeto's undeniable quality is proof of just how great Pittsburgh has really become.