At this point in my stay in Paris I have had my fair share of crepes. I've gotten the classic Crepes 'Sucre' with nutella in it. Delicious yes, but rote - everyone gets one of those - just look at the 30 tubs of nutella any Creperie stand has in the back or behind the counter.
I even have had a ton of versions of Ham and Cheese. I've even had eggs thrown in. But even those combinations just starts to taste bland. Basic ingredients wrapped inside a doey shell just doesn't do my taste-buds any justice.
While out with the crew the other day looking for a theater in the Latin Quarter, we stumbled upon the holy grail of creperies!
Enter Saint Jacques Crepes.
The man behind the counter is fantastic. He is outgoing and has a grin the size of Texas always plastered on his face. Its electric and so inviting - just like his food. He has a case outside filled with the most delicious looking sandwiches and they do not even compare to his crepes!
He took our orders, invited us inside, and gave us crisp cold cokes sweating right out of the chiller. Talking and chatting while he created his master pieces he joshed with us and pulled our legs about our french speaking skills. Finally he approached us with the first one. Carefully he handed me a foil wrapped crepe that I took with reverence.
Perfection:
Ham and mushrooms tossed with sautéed onions, topped with fresh lettuce and cool tomato all glued together with cheese. Lots and lots of CHEESE.
This heart-attack-in-your-hand is what I live for and what street food is meant to be.
p.s.
Isn't this guy a ball-buster or what?!
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| (official crepe making pose) |
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