As a child, at my grand parents, we had crêpes about once a week. Delicious crêpes. No wonder I am now a bit peaky. But I love crêpes. Those which sings on the pan, those needing nothing more than a pinch of sugar and salted butter. Sometimes, I’m hungry with crêpes (right now for instance).
The Breizh café is located in Le Marais, and the butter smell stands out in this neighborhoor full of fancy clothes shops. Don’t get me wrong, in this stylish wooden restaurant, the crêpe is chic. The butter comes from Bordier house, you can almost call the ham producer and the oignon is melted in farmer’s cider. Only the luckiest can have a table without a reservation, and I strongly recommend to call until someone picks up. A little expensive for crêpes, prices remain reasonable for the quality of the products and we can eat for around 25€.
From wednesday to sunday