First visit to this four month old Sunset Blvd bistro for Easter Sunday breakfast.
Despite the uninviting storefront, interior is warm and spacious, with Edith Piaff warbling tinnily from overhead speakers. Unique for this part of town, the waitstaff appear to have emerged from the pages of Glamour, with nary a pierced nostril or phosphorescent hairdo in sight. Our waiter, who looks like Josh Lucas and talks like Jeff Spicoli, provides congenial, hitch-free service.
Food leaves a nice first impression. Two of us order crepes, and they are exemplary specimens; thin, wispy, with edges that decay into a crisped latticework. The Provencale (mine) is outstanding, the Spinach and Goat Cheese (friends) rapidly devoured, and, hence, unsampled. Ms rabo has fruit and yogurt, which is---well---fruit with yogurt.
Strong coffee and tea served in pots on the table (a key asset---I like to work off the morning fog at a rapid pace). Fresh baguette with butter and jam to share.
Not the cheapest joint in the neighborhood (crepes around $10), but enjoyable, nonetheless. Think FIGARO in Los Feliz, only better.
(At present, hours are 9-5. Lucas-Spicoli informs us they will be getting their beer/wine license "in a couple of days", and will then be open for dinner. That's probably off the record.)
3200 W. Sunset Blvd.
Los Angeles, 90026
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