NO CREPE FOR YOU!

Saturday I went to see Pearl Django at the Crepe De Paris…sans Crepe. I have always had wonderful experiences at the Crepe De Paris...or as I call it now...The Paris. Apparently we started off on the wrong foot with our our waiter, Snippy Le Snoot. I’m not sure what annoyed me the most, The fact that a crepe restaurant was curiously out of crepes, that Snippy Le Snoot seemed delighted in telling us the news, or the fact that he was so entirely rude without the benefit of a French accent.

The music was great.
The champagne was lovely
Everything would have been better wrapped in Crepe.