It was 1:30am and we had just arrived in Montreal. We checked into the Holiday Inn-Midtown, scoped out our room, washed our faces and headed out for a night on the town. However, we found out that unlike New York City, Montreal's nightlife does not begin on a Thursday night, nor does it last past 1am. Nevertheless, we walked up St. Laurent- a suggestion made by a passing pedestrian, and we'd soon find ourselves on that street quite often. However, that story is reserved for another day. The point is, on the way back from St. Laurent, on Sherbooke, we passed by a little place semi- underground with a sign: La Crepe 2 Go. Stephen said we should try it the next day, but me being the judgemental snob I am, couldn't dream of going to a Crepe place that had a numeral in place of a word. I was also recommended another crepe place so I had my heart set on that. However, it is a known fact that I usually make bad calls on things (longevity of celebrities, fashion trends, movies, boyfriends, etc). We had passed by it again Friday night and a "ferme" sign hung on the door. We looked inside; It was adorable. Presumably, the owner and crepe-maker extraordinaire gestured it was closed; Stephen pretended to cry. We agreed we'd try it in the morning. At long last, a crepe would be had!
Their menu is modest. a chalkboard that listed a few savoury crepes and paninis, the other half listing a few more dessert crepes. Stephen got the Nutella et fraises (nutella & strawberries), Bobby got jambon (ham) and something (his first crepe ever!), and I decided to try something new... fromage et poivre (Cheese and pear!). All delicious. And the owner, Vartan, remembered Steph crying. It was so good Bobby ordered a second one. We went back the next morning.
Cutest little crepe place. Capacity is probably 15 people
Nutella et fraises
Fromage et poivre
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