Day 4 in Paris: French Crepe

Everytime we passed by this shop, it was either we were looking for something else more substantial to eat, or that we already had something really substantial somewhere else & had no more room left.

It's located somewhere along Rue St. Martin which was a long stretch of road that will lead you to the Centre Pompidou, The Church of Merri & towards the banks of the River Seine (where Notre-Dame & The Louvre are located). So that explains why we saw it all the time.

This shop sold crepes. I've always loved crepes especially the crispy ones (with bananas & ice-cream) that you can find in Tokyo & used to be at Midvalley Megamall. I LOVED that! Oh how I wish I can have it in Kuching! (whisper: I hope Nee gets the hint).

Well, I don't know whether this was the standard in Paris but they only had non-crispy savoury ones which was a major huge disappointment to me. You see, to me, crepes meant something for dessert & it was a snack. It was not supposed to be a meal like this.

We ordered the one with chicken, cheese & mushroom. I think it cost something like €4.50.

Nee absolutely loved this & obviously I didn't. Not that it wasn't good. On the contrary, it was very well made with the right level of stretch & spring in its texture, & it tasted fine.

Nee performing some SIRIM ISO 9001 quality laboratory testing.

But it just wasn't my kind of crepe. If I was a kid at that point in time, not getting my crepe would mean that I would be sulking, rolling on the floor 360 deg. & doing the tornado plus helicopter plus tsunami all rolled into one. But of course I didn't want the Indian guy to think I was crazy.

The guy is good. I guess it's because there's no difference between doing this & making roti canai.

You duh-hwop some fromajzh into zee cuh-hweep like zis...

And Wallah!

Is that original? I don't know...