Let me share a little secret with you: I murdered a prostitute last week. No, wait, I mean I love crepes. Also the prostitute thing but mostly the crepes. And if there’s one thing a place called La Petite Creperie knows how to do, it’s crepes. The decor and music make the place feel like you walked into France, assuming all the employees in France are Mexican and speak with a Mexican accent. Ethnicity aside though, the crepes are good. They’re simple and authentic, and their Citron (topped with just lemon, butter, and sugar) is so light and delicious I could easily have one every single day. Although honestly I actually don’t know what makes a crepe authentic. I’m going to assume its whatever these guys are doing, but for all I know they got banned from France because their crepes are considered an abomination to crepes. All I know is that they taste good.
$4.30 – French Press Coffee
You have the option of for two or for four. Guess they don’t want single people drinking the coffee here.
$10.25 – Complete (Jambon de Paris, egg sunny side up, and gruyere)
The savory crepes were thin and brown, as opposed to the thicker, more yellowish crepes I’m familiar with. Is that normal? I don’t know. I’m not used to crepes like this, but I’m also an uncultured idiot who probably couldn’t even point out France on a map. I can do Italy though. That one looks like a boot.
$13.75 – Montaguarde (bacon, raclette cheese, and potatoes)
$8.75 – Nutella & Fraises (nutella and fresh strawberries)
Skip it. Get the Citron.
$6.25 – Citron (lemon, butter, sugar)
Skip all the fancy toppings and just get this. It’s simple, it’s delicious, and it’s all you can ask for in a crepe. Unless you’re asking for caviar or truffles or something. But we both know you’re not. I saw you pull up in that Honda Civic. You’re not fooling anybody.
La Petite Crêperie
3809 Grand View Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90066
(310) 437-0226
