gah-let / savory crepe from Brittany
Checked out of the hotel room and there’s nothing to do until our flight at (checks) jeez TEN PM so we’re just hanging out around the hotel. I imagine we could go into the airport at any time? But we won’t be able to check our bags until this evening, and we can at least stash our suitcases here at the front desk until it’s time to go, so we’re just enjoying the richly-appointed hotel lounge. Probably will end up drinking $22 amaretto sours at some point. If nothing else, it’ll make sleeping on the flight pretty easy.
One of the options in the hotel food court is a crêpe place, and since I don’t ever want to see a hotel hot dog again after last night, we opted to get lunch there. And this publication doesn’t need to only focus on one spot! It’s called THE WORLD after all, and maybe Brad wants to go to Paris? I bet French girls would love to be asked …
Avez-vous rencontré Brad?
We got savory crêpes which are called galettes in actual France. They’re made with a different batter, more hearty and less thin-pancake-y than the ones that come with bananas and Nutella. The de facto place to get a galette is Café Breizh in Le Marais (although there are a few around Paris – including one on Rue Montorgueil, right by our apartment this trip), which makes traditional jambon cru but also has stuff Russ might like like artichoke and wakame seaweed.