Culture Crêpes

Confession time. I can only remember having crepes twice in my life.

I know, I know. This is beyond shameful.

My first time was over 10 years ago in Saint-Remy-de-Provence. It wasn’t intentional either. Basically, when I was hungry for lunch after a busy morning of sightseeing I learned the hard way that small town restaurants don’t always have continuous service. If I wanted to eat, it would have to be a dessert crepe.

Le sigh. Life is so rough some times.

I ordered a crepe that was filled with with chocolate sauce and coconut ice cream, and topped whipped cream.

(Sorry for the blurry photo. Thank goodness technology has improved!)

Although not ideal lunch fare, it was sinfully delicious and I’ve thought about it many times over the years.

I’ve been to France several times since then and for whatever reason, I’ve never had another crepe. Until this most recent trip in May, that is. I had added “eat a crepe” to my must-do list while doing pre-trip research and was committed to breaking my crepe-less streak.

Enter Culture Crêpes. In the area near Saint Michel fountain, there are countless food establishments vying for tourist business. It’s not uncommon to hear, “Bonjour Madame/Monsieur!”, as you walk by. One restaurant doing this was Culture Crêpes, where the smiling man in the take-away window cheerfully greeted passersby. I made a mental note to avoid it at all costs.

Fast forward to the end of my visit. I realised that I still hadn’t crossed “eat a crepe” from my list. I was attending a concert at Saint Chappelle that evening and decided to eat a crepe beforehand. I did a quick search on Google for crepe places on my route and the one with the best reviews was Culture Crêpes. DAMN. I really didn’t want to go to a place seemingly so touristy. But I also didn’t want to miss out on eating a crepe – or risk eating a crappy crepe at a lower rated restaurant.

Again.. le sigh. Life is so rough some times.

I begrudgingly headed for Culture Crêpes and then stood safely away before deciding to bite the crepe bullet.

I’m so happy that I did. The gentleman working was so friendly and helped me to navigate the menu, and made small talk with me as he cooked my crepe. He even complimented my very limited grasp of the French language.

In the end, I walked away with a tasty mushroom and cheese filled crepe that I ate while standing above the Seine on Pont Saint-Michel looking out at the view.

It was a perfect dinner, and I’m looking forward to my next crepe.

Where do you head for crepes in Paris? And what are your favourite fillings?

Bonne journée!

Marla

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