I had my first crepe the summer I ran away from home and lived at the beach in Rehoboth, DE; my mother was horrified. There was a tiny crepe shop called Cafe Papillion in the walkway where I worked in a gift shop. After my shift, I would stop and try new flavors of sweet and savory crepes. I was very taken with my sophisticated self, living on my own (sort of ) and eating French cuisine (again, sort of). I miss those days!
Penny Lane in Rehoboth Beach
Even though we had donuts for breakfast and Mickey Dee's for lunch, I like to expose my kids to other kinds of foods and restaurants. And only because we had had such a crazy day (selling tickets for Meg's dance recital, getting dance pictures taken, Ethan's belt rank testing for taekwondo and a jr. high percussion concert to complete the insanity) did I take them out to eat thrice. This is why we hit the crepe shop. And I was feeling nostalgic.
Meg does not like crepes, so she chose soup and salad. Orzo and spinach chicken soup with mixed curly greens and homemade ranch dressing.
Ethan chose a Nutella and banana crepe with chocolate milk.
I had my fave; a blueberry with orange ricotta cheese crepe.
This crepe shop sells ice cream from a local dairy, so we ended our meal with a scoop of Graham Cracker Crumb Cheesecake ice cream. Every thing was so fresh and tasty. This was exactly the break we needed.
We also took advantage of a another feature dear to our hearts: a Book Crossing. This shelf has a little sign that directs patrons to borrow, read, return, or replace. All housed on a killer bookcase that I would like to have at home. We enjoyed our meal in silence, all three paging through a new read.
Here's a link to an article in our local paper that was published when the shop opened:
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