Almost seven years ago, a couple opened a little creperie in our hometown.
The shop, which used to be a local breakfast joint, is teeny-tiny. Seriously; you can barely fit 6 tables in the place. Chris and Theresa moved in after the breakfast place closed (much to my dismay, I have to admit; Jake’s had the best home fries ever) and, I have to say, did the spot proud. Theresa takes orders and tends the register and tables while Chris makes the crepes and banters with the customers; they strike a really nice balance of professional and personal.
They managed an impressively extensive menu of crepe fillings, too; everything from ham and eggs and spinach and Gouda to apple pie and – my favorite – Nutella, AND they had a rotating selection of seasonal specials. While a meal there was not cheap – we couldn’t get out for less than about $30 bucks – as an occasional treat, it was well worth it.
I found out, via Chris’s facebook page, that they’re moving south and closing up shop. We went in this morning to have one last feast and to wish them well on their journeys. I’m going to miss them.