My love for crepe didn’t develop overnight. It was during those trips to France that got me hooked into them, both sweet and savory crepes. However, it’s always been a culinary challenge for me so much so that I refuse to make them at home. Call me insecure, and maybe I really am but I won’t go into a territory that can put me into the failing zone (lol).
Sometime in Spring this year, husband and I ran into Crepe Cafe in Manhattan and I just had to have crepe that day by hook or by crook (even if my belly was full).
The place is not that large but it is tastefully decorated. Service was good, our crepes were served in no time and although they were delicious, something was amiss. I guess, nothing compares to French-made crepes 🙂