We spent our last afternoon in Paris strolling through le Jardin des Tuileries. It was getting late in the day, and we were hungry, again. When I spotted the crêpe vendor, I stepped aside and asked my beau to pull out his change. We had spent most of our Euros on lunch, so it was fate that we sourced just enough coins for this Grand Marnier et Chantilly crêpe that I had. to. have… before my blood sugar dropped and I became a cranky mess.
By standing on my tiptoes and peeking into the trailer, I managed to spy on the crêpe man doing his work. He first poured the batter into the center of a giant, steel griddle. An inch or so thick, it reminded me of an old-fashioned manhole. Using a small wooden rake, he then twisted his wrist in such a way that with one roundabout sweep, the batter was uniformly thinned over the top of the griddle. With a flat spatula, a quick flip and a couple of folds, I soon had in my hands a perfect little crêpe. Infused with Grand Marnier, stuffed with whipped cream and nestled inside paper, it was the greatest thing I ever had… well, until dinner later that night in the Sorbonne.
That’s the thing about romance. When you’re on Holiday in the City of Lights with a new beau, madly in love, and ready to eat, everything you put in your mouth is. the. best. thing. ever.
After enjoying our crepe, we made our way back to the hotel by walking along the left bank of the Seine. When I spotted this couple across the river, doing exactly what Parisians are known for, I had to snap a photo. It came out in a Jack Vettriano sort of way, and has become one of my favorite images from our stay in the City.
Back at home, I’ve rekindled my love affair with the crêpe. Because I don’t have a giant steel griddle (yet), I make do with a 10” non-stick skillet, and follow a recipe I’ve adapted from my mother, which was first written on a yellow post-it note in 1992.
At risk of over-accolading my mother, let me just say that these crêpes are, hands down, the best thing I’ve ever had. And I’m not just saying that because I’m still in love with that beau who took me to Paris.