Crêperie: La Cantine du Curé

One night last week I went to a crêperie for diner. If you're ever in Nantes go to a crêperie. It was possibly the best time ever. And if you want to go to the place I went there is the name and stuff. The food was amazing, although noisy the atmosphere was nice, and, even though one of the waiters was a tad creepy, the other server attempted to speak English, which is always hilarious. The French have such interesting accents, as I supposed I do as well.

 It was another outing with for I think the conversation club of IES. Because every table was supposed to save a seat for a French student, so that we could talk with them. And you know what they say: If you save it they will come. A couple French students came in and sat with our group. With my friends sat a very nice French gentleman who probably regretted his seat choice within seconds of sitting down. By the way 'House Punch' is not like Kool Aid. It's booze. I really have a hankering for some Kool Aid, and peanut butter. But that's to be expected. For the Kool Aid thing, J'ai pas.

I realized that American's smile a lot more than the French. Can you spot the French person? Anyway he was really nice, and is on the Quidditch team in Nantes. But he was overwhelmed with our lack of vocabulary, and utterly futile attempts at small talk.

There comes a point, in each day, where I hit a wall. I'm not perfect before it, but I'm terrible afterwards. It's like a sudden realization that I'm speaking French, and then just as sudden, that I don't know French. I know I know more than the average American. (I know that France is a country so I definitely know more than some southern Americans). I come back from my day and when asked how it went words just fall randomly out of my mouth. When I sit and think. C’était une bonne journée. J'ai suivi le cours d'histoire de l'art aujourd’hui, et la maîtresse parlent trop vitement pour moi. Mais l'histoire, c'est ma forte, et je pense il sera un bon cours. But I don't have that luxury in real time. In order for it to come out smoothly I have to prepare and think, it's not automatic. And sometimes I forget the stupidest, easiest things, and just, as my friends had the joy of witnessing, crash and burn as I forget how to say the things I wish to say. But hopefully this will get better. Hopefully I'll learn the things I wish to know.

On a brighter note, this is a galette (and no not a galette des rois that's different, though I probably should have been more descriptive with that sorry.) Anyway this galette is made with buckwheat instead of being a normal crêpe, savory rather than sweet, this one, which I shared with my friend, was cheese, bacon and an egg. Notice will you, that the bacon is more like Canadian bacon than American bacon. This is because for the rest of the world Canadian bacon is bacon, while our bacon is called streaky, breakfast, fatty or American bacon. However I have yet to see any American bacon in France. Also there was one egg, just chilling out in the center of the galette, perfectly sunny-side up, just waiting to be devoured. It was a really good galette.

And this is a crêpe. On top of this beautiful French pancake was caramel and nutella. Probably one of the most delicious things I've ever had the pleasure of consuming. The caramel sauce was delectable and so warm it was causing the nutella to melt slowly. And the nutella, so creamy and just with the right amount of chocolaty flavor was so flavorful I could barely contain my utter joy as I feasted upon it.

And then there was this desert. Chocolate, bananas, and rum. As you can see in the video the rum was lit on fire before cascading over the delectable creation. Sorry for the noise pollution, and the English. There a no words to describe this fragrant piece of culinary art. The chocolate, so rich and heavenly permeated through the crêpe. The bananas were so fresh with a subtle flavor as the rum, which was the prevailing flavor, crept into every inch of the desert. And I, once again, received that thrilling sensation of pure chocolate love. I highly recommend this desert.