Crepe de Paris spoiled me. After discovering that the boeuf bourguignon crepe is my favorite at Crepe de Paris, I was disappointed to go to Paris and learn that crepes are generally a street snack and thus boeuf bourguignon crepes are not an option. At least I know my favorite crepe is no more than a few miles away.
Crepe de Paris' specialty is in the name: crepes. Their varieties run from savory to sweet, and their selection runs longer and the dishes tastier than those at Seattle's other favorite creperie, 611 Supreme. Although I'm not a huge dessert-with-a-meal person (I need to spread the goodness out over my day a little more), I can't help ordering the dessert crepe with strawberries and vanilla ice cream. Every bite must be savored. Warm, soft with flaky-edged crepe filled with cool ice cream and slightly tart but sweet strawberries = me closing my eyes with each forkful and sighing with satisfaction.
I've only dined here during the day, so I have yet to experience one of their evening shows. On sunny days, eating at Crepe de Paris makes me feel like I've been transported to a nice 1970's LA hotel dining room. I know that's a strange observation to make, but it's an overwhelming feeling whenever I go and the conditions are right. Perhaps it's the greater-than-average amount of glass and light than is normally sign indoors in Seattle, the nice table linen, the way the terrace looks. I'm not sure what it is exactly except that it's a place I like to be.