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.