I’ll be honest. I don’t remember what this is called. You can, I assume, guess that it was amazing. Half pastry, half donut, full of rich cream – I would fill a tub with these and splash around.

The test. To call yourself a French Cafe, you need to offer crepes. And they have to be good. The perfect crepe? Chewy, with crispy patches and vanilla flavor shining through. Mission: accomplished.