Walking back from the pool session (see below), I encountered a street fair on Broad Street. I got a tin full of meat and potatoes (what else?), and then I got a crepe. A french guy made this crepe right in front of me. Poured the batter on the griddle, made it really thin, turned it over, sprinkled chocolate chips on it, folded it, folded it again, wrapped it in wax paper, took my money, and gave me the greatest crepe I've ever tasted ever. It was warm and chocolatey and soft, soft, soft dough. I'm not sure how I got home, because all I could see was this crepe.
It deserved its own entry on the blog.
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