Street crêpe a la NYC.
Done. The only thing left to be determined was: sugar, jam or Nutella? I opted for the tart-sweet raspberry jam sitting on the counter in a big bowl.
Scoop, slather, fold, bundle (pay) and I was back out on the street in five minutes.
Apparently I was hungry: I’d nearly devoured the crêpe in the time it took me to walk back. No street-side Parisian crêpe this one, but still such a delight.
PREP TIME: n/a