Creperie Beau Monde
By some miracle, neither of us had ever been to Creperie Beau Monde, despite our respective years of Philadelphia living. Both of us had heard of the place, but before now, we had not made an effort to get here.
And now, we're not sure we'd make an effort to go back.
|The Place to Go If You Like Your Meal Gift-Wrapped|
|Despite Their Appearance, The Crepes Were Not Actually Served on Plastic Plates|
|Also, the Dark Lighting Is Not Conducive to Picture-Taking|
Thankfully, our crepes arrive promptly, and Ginger tries to wash down them, the bread, and her Parc cocktails with her newfound BFF, green tea, while Vodka sticks with a glass of chardonnay. Ginger is in the mood for dessert, and Vodka is not, so we split up the sweet and savory crepes accordingly. The contents of both crepes, we notice, come spilling out onto the plate the second we cut into them.
|We Always Enjoy Eating the Equivalent of Soup with a Fork - How About You?|
|So Inside, We Have Pears, Chocolate, Chestnut Sauce, but Sadly, No Whipped Cream|
|Uniform Square = Impressive Geometry|
|Though The Insides Look Like a Decaying Organ|
|We'll Just Take the Carb Portion of This Plate, Thanks|
|Needless to Say, the Crepes Did Not Fare Well in This Attempted Drowning|
Creperie Beau Monde's Crepes: 3 stars