Speaking of an obsession with the more marketable objects de France, French Press finally opened on Commercial Street SE yesterday. We stopped by this afternoon to see how they were weathering the heavy press and hype.
The place was totally, totally tauptastic!
As in, the decor is this weird combination of things Americans like about France, tempered by a taupe decorative palette that will offend absolutely no one. Except me, who hates taupe.
If you’ve made pancakes, you know the cardinal rule: The first one’s always going to suck. So with that in mind, I would say that the crepemasters are doing an excellent job while still not having mastered, perhaps, the French crepe stand guy’s once-around undulating wrist motion that is the hallmark of the best crepe stands.
We had a 3-cup French press coffee and the Emilee’s Love crepe (obvious choice), which is a sweet crepe filled with Grand Marnier-flambeed bananas, hazelnut chocolate spread, topped with chocolate, hazelnuts, and served with a wispy mountain of whipped Chantilly cream.
I was sorry we were sharing it.
Were you there around 3-ish today? I think I saw you taking pictures. I was there taking a few pictures myself for Eat Salem. Itsn’t it a cool place? Great coffee!
Yes I was. Oh no, I’m outed!
My first pancakes are always as good as the rest. Like your blog.
Then you are a special cook indeed. I’m too impatient.