Well, one of the reasons.
The last time I was in Paris, back in 2016, I had a very memorable experience at Breizh Café, which, according to people who know such things, makes some of the best galettes in the city. So when I saw that there was a little cafe called Breizh Pan Crepes* a few blocks from my hotel, I had to check it out.
The hotel was next to the College of Charleston, and the area reminded me a lot of Georgetown, here in DC—a mix of small independent shops and restaurants and bars, dotted with some of the trendier international brands. Like any big city college neighbourhood, I suppose.
The owners of the shop, Patrice and Celine, are natives of Brittany, the region where crepes originated. At Breizh Pan Crepes, French music plays softly, and imported French culinary treats are available for purchase.
But enough background. Here’s an example of why I returned—twice—after my first visit:
No words needed, really. I mean, just look at it.
This one, my favourite of three I sampled, is called La Charleston. It’s made with blueberries, raspberries, Chantilly cream, and homemade salted butter caramel., and it tasted as good as it looks.
* No relation to the Breizh Café in Paris. “Breizh” is the Breton name of what English speakers call “Brittany”.