The recipe for a basic crepe batter is surprisingly simple: flour, eggs, milk, water, salt and butter. Not much more complicated than your average pancake. And yet, when was the last time you heard someone say, “Hey, I made crepes this morning!”
Maybe it’s the word: “crepe”. Foods with French names sound sophisticated; sophisticated sounds hard to make. (Give any food a French name and it’s immediately elevated to haute cuisine. What if they renamed Spam as “Viande en boîte” ["Meat in a can"] and threw it on the menu at Le Cirque… Who wouldn’t order that?)
Which brings us to the poshly named Rue Des Crepes. I stumbled upon this Harrison restaurant the other day while looking for mochi at Oishinbo (the quest never ends). I read that the original Rue Des Crepes location in Manhattan closed, and the owner took her creperie up north for us lucky Westchester folks.
I don’t know what happened with this pic; I must have been tired. I promise I’ll go back soon and snap some better stuff so you can see how cool this place is. You step inside and feel as though you’ve been transported to a Parisian street, with signs and doors and shop facades. The back room has the look of an outdoor French cafe (I can imagine and Jesse and Celine eating here in Before Sunset). It’s totally charming.
The menu of salads, savory crepes and dessert crepes all looked appealing. I’d just come back from a hard run, so I went for the protein: a sliced steak crepe with caramelized onions and tomatoes.
Delicious. I liked the bite of the buckwheat crepe, and the steak was lean and nicely seasoned. The crepe was a bit small for the $10 price— I’m pretty sure I could pound down three of these without breaking a sweat— but man did it hit the spot.
I can’t wait to go back and try the other stuff; that brie and red grape dessert crepe has my name written all over it. And I want to hang out in the cozy little back room. Rue Des Crepes, you’ve got a new fan. I’m not sure if this the type of place where you’re allowed to linger with a laptop, but if it is, I may need to crepe-proof my keyboard.
Rue Des Crepes
261 Halstead Ave.
Harrison, NY 10528
914-315-1631
Rue Des Crepes: Paris, Anyone?
The recipe for a basic crepe batter is surprisingly simple: flour, eggs, milk, water, salt and butter. Not much more complicated than your average pancake. And yet, when was the last time you heard someone say, “Hey, I made crepes this morning!”
Maybe it’s the word: “crepe”. Foods with French names sound sophisticated; sophisticated sounds hard to make. (Give any food a French name and it’s immediately elevated to haute cuisine. What if they renamed Spam as “Viande en boîte” ["Meat in a can"] and threw it on the menu at Le Cirque… Who wouldn’t order that?)
Which brings us to the poshly named Rue Des Crepes. I stumbled upon this Harrison restaurant the other day while looking for mochi at Oishinbo (the quest never ends). I read that the original Rue Des Crepes location in Manhattan closed, and the owner took her creperie up north for us lucky Westchester folks.
I don’t know what happened with this pic; I must have been tired. I promise I’ll go back soon and snap some better stuff so you can see how cool this place is. You step inside and feel as though you’ve been transported to a Parisian street, with signs and doors and shop facades. The back room has the look of an outdoor French cafe (I can imagine and Jesse and Celine eating here in Before Sunset). It’s totally charming.
The menu of salads, savory crepes and dessert crepes all looked appealing. I’d just come back from a hard run, so I went for the protein: a sliced steak crepe with caramelized onions and tomatoes.
Delicious. I liked the bite of the buckwheat crepe, and the steak was lean and nicely seasoned. The crepe was a bit small for the $10 price— I’m pretty sure I could pound down three of these without breaking a sweat— but man did it hit the spot.
I can’t wait to go back and try the other stuff; that brie and red grape dessert crepe has my name written all over it. And I want to hang out in the cozy little back room. Rue Des Crepes, you’ve got a new fan. I’m not sure if this the type of place where you’re allowed to linger with a laptop, but if it is, I may need to crepe-proof my keyboard.
Rue Des Crepes
261 Halstead Ave.
Harrison, NY 10528
914-315-1631