Chick Food -- Paris, France
Thursday, June 26, 2008 at 1:51PM 
This is about crêpes and muffins of the stud variety. I'm warning you, I did just finish a chocolate crêpe that was floating in Grand Marnier.
If you live in Paris (or visit) and are female, stick around; you'll be glad you did.
I've been living here for a year and a half, walking by the cute little crêperie across the street almost daily, and thinking I'd go in one of these days. Creposuk (phonetic spelling of crêpe au sucre) looks more like it belongs in Austin or Santa Cruz or some such artsy, hippie dippy place rather than Paris. Don't you think?
The kids are on vacation and I needed to get them out of the house, so I marched them over to the BHV (a department store). They lurked patiently while I looked at the poster-hanging hardware and stationery and so on, so I decided to reward them with a crêpe. (Good excuse, right?) My husband Vincent doesn't do crêpes. Chick food.
There were only a couple of customers, and at the back of the little place, three tall, dark, handsome, athletic young men were standing around talking. I did eventually look at the menu, which is extensive for a crêperie. About 40 different sweet and savory crêpes, all quite substantial and decadent.
Handsome number one came over to take our order and, while we were waiting, I flipped the laminated menu over. It was covered with photos of numbers one through three in what looked like Chippendale's outfits, jumping over hurdles. The Horse Man Team. I love incongruity.
Yes, these three brothers (Matthieu, Julien and Guillaume) started off doing an equestrian show without shirts or horses and now they've gone into the crêpe business.
It turns out handsome number one was Matthieu (below). It was he who served my gooey chocolate crêpe, poured Grand Marnier onto it out of a little silver pitcher, and lit it on fire.
Oh my.
Ladies, that's Creposuk, 27 rue Galande, in the 5th. Métro: Maubert-Mutualité.
Enjoy. Oh, and the crêpes are good too.
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Pamela Poole is a California girl. A writer, translator, and francophile entrepreneur, she has lived on both sides of the Prime Meridian, and from latitude 13°48' to 50°35'. She also keeps a personal blog called, Frogblog.
She now calls Paris home, and plans to stay there.
Reader Comments (5)
He's a hottie, but the best part of that pic? The cig. Hilarious.
Totally. I'm gonna have to try that place!
Loved this! Still laugh when I read the first 2 lines!
I wish I could afford a ticket right now, because who doesn't love eye candy and chocolate all at the same time?
This is the best creperie in Paris! Creposuk became "my" creperie hotspot while living in Paris for three months last summer.
Pamela is on the money -- the crepes are exceptional, the men hot (and absolute charmers) and the service fabulous.
But she left out one tell-tale sign that this is the ultimate creperie -- the disco bathroom. With loud music, black lights, and a disco ball spinning in the darkness, the act of peeing becomes a brand new and enlightening (and might I add, toe-tapping) experience.
A must visit for anyone looking for a great story...and speaking of stories...It's just around the corner from one of the best bookstores in Paris, Shakespeare & Co.