Elizabeth Bishop
Google
I stumbled across Paris Crêpe the way many good things in life are found—through good ol’ Google. As a naturally curious (and always hungry) traveler, I did what I always do: I read through the reviews, weighed the stars, and thought, “Yep, let’s go.” And I’m so glad I did.
From the moment we walked in, it was clear that this wasn’t some flashy, overly polished tourist trap—it was something better. This place has heart. You can feel it in the air, see it in the way the staff moves, and taste it in every single bite.
There were moments where it seemed like the entire operation was run by just one person, which at first had me wondering how they possibly manage it all. And then, suddenly, another person would appear, working just as hard and just as gracefully, and I found myself genuinely impressed—almost mesmerized—by how such a small crew could handle everything with such care and calm. It wasn’t just good service, it was grace under pressure, the kind that makes you want to root for a place and its people.
Now, let’s talk about the crepes. Oh, the crepes. Chef’s kiss. Thin, tender, golden perfection, delicately folded with thoughtfully chosen fillings that actually felt balanced—not just thrown together for the sake of filling space. Each bite melted in my mouth and left me wondering if I could possibly find room for another one. (Spoiler alert: I could.)
We did have a little hiccup with the order—our crepes arrived before the coffee, and at first they brought out just one coffee when we had ordered two. But you know what? It didn’t matter. Because they fixed it right away, with kindness and no fuss, and by the end, everything was just right. I can’t fault a place for being human, especially when the humans in question are hustling so hard and still managing to deliver an experience that felt incredibly warm and delicious from beginning to end.
In a world full of cookie-cutter cafés and “Instagrammable” eateries with no soul, Paris Crêpe stands out in the most refreshing way. It’s the kind of place that reminds you why small businesses matter—why food made with love and effort tastes better.
So yes, go. Whether you’re a local or a traveler like me just following the digital breadcrumb trail, go. Support this gem. Praise the hard-working hands that make it all happen. And get the crepe. (Get two.) We shared ours family style, give that a whirl!