Sunday, June 6, 2010

Crepe Tasting Tomfoolery

Way back in the yesteryear of 2006, I went to England. Yes, yes, it was pretty awesome. I would do it again in a heartbeat. I came back to America with amazing memories, DVDs of the TV show “Spaced,” and a seriously depleted bank account.

And a taste for crepes.

A crepe is like a cross between a pancake and a tortilla. In England, they had street crepes that would range from sweet fillings like ice cream or fruit to savory fillings like ham or mushrooms. Each time I had one, the vendor would make it right in front of me, and the end product was always satisfying. I have yet to see many of these delightful eats since coming back to the States.

So imagine my happiness when I found a place right across from Cypress College that makes them. Take a second… Yeah, I look pretty happy right? Wait… why are you picturing me wearing that shirt in your head? Just because I like comic books doesn’t mean I’m going to wear a Wolverine T-shirt! Especially yellow spandex Wolverine. I’m so much more a fan of Wolverine in his 80’s dark brown costume.

How could you not know that? I thought we were friends…

Anyways, imaginary betrayals aside, I decided to grab my friend Katie along for the crepe tasting tomfoolery. She had yet to ever try out a crepe, and I figured the best thing to do would be to let her try it out with me, so I could be the cool guy for the day. I picked her up from her place, and we hit the road with adventure in front of us, and a devil may care attitude to carry us through the miles.

The name of the crepe/sorbet place was Frostbite’s, across from Cypress College. The first thing I had ever tried there was sorbet. This was with Justin after I had some crappy car problems. The sorbet actually cheered me up for a moment or two, it was so good. And now I returned in much better spirits and equally awesome company in tow, I would see if the crepes could put me in an even better mood than I was at the moment.

We got a sweet crepe to share between us. It had Nutella, bananas, strawberries, whipped cream, and cinnamon. It was pretty good. I don’t usually go for sweet crepes. I prefer savory. But this was a tasty little bugger! And we also had some strawberry sorbet. Right now, the best thing there is the sorbet, but the sweet crepes are really good. I can’t wait to try savory next. There’s a chicken crepe on the menu that I think will be as good, if not better, than the sweet crepe.

After Frostbite’s, Katie and I walked around the Cypress College Swap Meet for a bit. Most of the stalls were closing down for the day, but I did spot a little statue that I wanted way more than I should have. It was a dog dressed up as a butler. He was standing up straight, holding a tray next to his shoulder, and was wearing little eye glasses. I named him Owen after a quiet discussion with Katie, though she was more taken with the name Otis. If he didn’t have the little eye glasses, I would agree with her, but I think Owen is more upper crust.

We left the Swap Meet and headed back to her neck of the woods. We hung out in La Mirada Park, and watched various geese. This park was pretty impressive. It had a water park, tennis courts, a duck pond (though more of a GEESE pond by the sheer volume and swagger of the geese), and little posts for something called “Frisbee golf.” What is Frisbee golf, you might ask? Good question. By the power of deduction and plain lazy imagination, I would say that it’s a cross between Frisbee and golf.


After the park, I dropped Katie off at her place and headed back home. I got a text from Lainey letting me know that it was game on for Lost tonight. Sweetness. I had been jonesing for some more episodes of Season 2. I don’t think I would like the show that much if I had to watch it from week to week, but as little blocks of episodes at a good friend’s place? The enjoyment factor is astonishing.

I watched Lost, as Lainey worked on cutting out the fabric she would need for a dress she was making. Hemlock, Lainey’s black cat of mischief, was being equal parts adorable and troublemaker. A good night, after all’s said and done.

Topics of Conversation: Nutella, how to fall, Owen the Butler Dog, trusting with caution, butt muscles, frozen custard, little clones, fabric playing, the little mohawk, The Gnome, blackmail, geeky glasses, dubious compliments, improbably games, the number 22, etc.


1 comment:

Sir Persious Mikemous said...

Nathaniel my good man. you need to try out Crepes and Grapes in uptown whittier ->

I've been there 2 or 3 times and was very much pleased with the items i had. you know me, i'm more the savory type than the sweet tooth, but thankfully they have both. and its a good area to take a special someone, or two, or three, or even fly solo.

I notice you also mentioned La Mirada Park, A place i have frequented many times. And i stress MANY times... not in a creepy way where i sit in a van and watch teenagers, but in a mild mannered obeying park hours way.

Frisbee Golf, although it sounds like a great idea can yield Terrible results. Just imagine the Shield of Captain America flying in to your back... cause that's what a Regulation Size Disc feels like once it makes contact with your spine while laying down on the sun soaked landscape of La Mirada Park. I don't know what pissed me off more... falling victim to a Street Fighter II Sonic Boom or the douche GIVING ME a stink face as i hurled his disc into the trees. He might have been too high to realize what had happened, but that further justified my actions.

Don't get me wrong, The combination of Golf, Frisbee, AND and open container of your favorite non-park sanctioned beverage sounds like a good time, but when middle class Yokel's indiscriminately huck a disc possibly made of Adamantium in to semi-populated area at peak park hours it kind of throws you into a rage.

Also, i've seen one of those discs almost kill a baby. With great discs comes great responsibility. but most frisbee golfers i've seen tend to be very much AGAINST responsibility. It might be a requirement for the sport. I have to try it out some time.

- as for the name, definitely Owen.

- Nutella = Industrial Mastery

- How to fall - I'm not the best resource on that, but falling on to a limb and sliding is not preferable, but does result in good topic starting scars.

- Trusting with caution - Trust or Trust Not. Out, Yoda Lays it, simple it is.

- Butt Muscles - Don't get me started...