The last time I tried crepes I was in Paris. There is just something about eating a pancake for dinner and dessert just because that's the thing to do when you're in France, like eating a Philly Cheese Steak in Philly or Key Lime Pie in the keys...so I was a little skeptical about going to the little crepe place in the strip mall next to Einstein's bagel in Ft. Lauderdale...but my other choice was Jamba Juice, and since I tried that already this week, I figured I'd give it a go.
I think it was the ice cream topping, but I have to say that crepes in Ft. Lauderdale are almost as good as those in Paris. Honestly, what's not to love about a nutella and cinnamon wrapped in a thin pancake and topped with ice cream - I guess that's what makes them different from Parisian crepes, the French would never be so unsophisticated as to top a crepe with plain old ice cream - maybe gelato - but never ice cream.
Not only was the crepe good, but I had great company. I got to sit with one of my favorite girls and talk about life while licking melty nutella off of a giant plate. I have to admit, though, it wasn't quite Paris, instead of the Eiffel Tower or Sacre Coeur in the backdrop, there was the stoplight at Broward and Federal where people honked their car horns and cursed out the driver in front of them...and instead of people watching on the glamorous Champs-Elysees, we watched the homeless man make his way across the street with a wobbly shopping cart...of course, not being in Paris isn't necessarily a terrible thing...let's face it - it is January, and even though it was noisy, and kind of smelly...we did get to sit outside in our cafe chairs, enjoying the sunshine, eating our yummy crepes in 75 degree weather...and that's something Paris just can't touch.
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