Sometime in late 2008, as I sat at the Crepe Station porch at Carter Road, Bandra in Mumbai, I did not know that I was going to have one of my biggest foodie-revelations , or that I was ever capable of orgasming over food.
I was at Crepe Station for crepes, and without the slightest knowledge of what a crepe was. I knew it was made of egg and sugar and milk. I knew it was round and thin like a dosa and I knew it could be stuffed like one, and that it could be really really sweet.
They’re season’s special theme was strawberry – strawberry milk shake, strawberries with cream, strawberry juice etc etc
And then there was the Nutella-Strawberry crepe. Nutella as you know is that expensive hazelnut chocolate paste that parades as being a nutritious bread-spread, when it fact, its just a divine but fattening hazelnut chocolate paste which you just cant resist dipping your finger into. Anyway.
I decided to order the Nutella-strawberry crepe. I waited with bated breath and shaking legs for 20 mins. And finally, it arrived. I think I completely blanked out for the next 15 mins that I ate the Nutella-strawberry crepe. I was on other planet, or a higher stage of consciousness. The two boys who came with me, swore never to come with me again. I believe I was making funny sounds and faces that were too embarrassing for them to take.
The other really great crepe that I had there was the Mango-chocolate crepe. This time, unadulterated chocolate, with thin slices of Alphonso mango….mmmmmm….. there it is in the picture below. They usually serve it with an extra dollop of vanilla ice cream, but I prefer to have it without. Maybe sometimes just plain cream is good!
The best crepe I’ve ever had, however, was outside Kyobashi station in Osaka, Japan. It was the softest, lightest crepe ever, stuffed with berries of all kinds and a some soft vanilla cream. Just melted in the mouth!