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I despise fake-ass Tivoli Village and its Botox Betty clientele, but this is a humble little jewel of authenticity in a sea of bourgeois poseury. The Crepe is the only locally-owned restaurant in the complex, basically a start-up run by a young couple, and the place has a definite Euro vibe that might alienate some Ricky Bobby types.
A friend *INSISTED* I try this place, so I hitched up my wagons and forded the Summerlin Pkwy, journeying out to the wilds of upscale suburbia to see what all the fuss was. And I was glad I did!
Come to find out, a crepe is basically just a (tastier) tortilla, and can be stuffed with pretty much anything -- sweet or savory -- to make what amounts to a burrito. This place names each dish after a different country, so you can order crepes stuffed with Indian, Thai, Polish, Moroccan, Argentine, Bulgarian, Russian...almost ANY type of cuisine in the world! And that's just the savory ones -- they also have a shit ton of dessert crepes stuffed with fruit, chocolate, nuts, etc.
I had the Greek (fabulous!!!) followed by the Europa (Nutella and fruit). I also had a few bites of my friend's Sofia (nuts and honey). REALLY good! I definitely plan to come back and try them all (except maybe the Scandinavian....ya know?!?!)
I see from the other reviews on here that a chief complaint is service. They only have a little tiny kitchen -- right in the open behind the counter -- so if the place is packed, I can see it taking some time to get your order. But guess what?!? It's a little startup, with a little kitchen and a little staff. This ain't Brio!! Cut 'em some slack!!!
Instead of getting your panties all twisted, chill the fuck out and enjoy the scene -- they have some form of live music or entertainment every night, from this smoking hot Italian opera singer dude to live jazz and tango. They also have a kids' play area and supplies for making art. What with all the interactive stuff and entertainment, the place has a real neighborhoody vibe -- when I was there a couple regulars dropped in just to say hi.
To be honest, I feel like this joint is a bit out of place here in Botoxlandia -- they would be a better fit downtown, where people aren't so fucking uptight. But, they're stuck in ToryBurchville...so I guess you could consider them a lone outpost of the real world, like a Mars colony. Next time I'm headed for Uranus, I'll stop off for sure!
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