Une Crepe Suzette au Chocolat Belge

The devil wears Prada at Suzette...

The arty placemat at Suzette. I love how it perfectly captures Paris in just a few strokes.

I'm sure most of you Mumbaikars have at least heard of Suzette, the quaint little French creperie that manages to bring a little bit of France to the hustle and bustle of Mumbai.
It's definitely a favourite in my family and we love to pop in for breakfast or lunch (or brunch, if you're into lazy mornings). 
Today my mum, my sister and I went there for lunch after a morning of walking through art galleries and shops. Since it is a weekday the place was empty, contrary to its weekend situation in which people are lined up outside for at least an hour.

My problem is picking something from their menu (which by the way is expansive and  gorgeously made with card and illustrations): should I pick one of their fruity, fresh salads? Should I try some homemade apple compote? How about caramel? Should I resort to my classic nutella crepe? Or maybe Belgian chocolate? Do I want to combine two of my favourites- sandwiches and crepes- into a croque? Maybe I'll try a savoury crepe- I love cheese...
Decision, decisions. 

I had to start eating while it was hot ;)

The feta croque... or, half of it at least

I decided to take inspiration from their salads and make them myself at home and I ditched my usual nutella (but not forever!) for a melted Belgian chocolate crepe. 
Meanwhile, a young woman looking like a copy-paste out of the Devil Wears Prada, dressed in stylish office gear and carrying a  large leather bag walked in and ordered a salad "with no goat's cheese" before tapping away at her iPad. She later ordered a soy-milk coffee with 2 shots to- go (obviously used to her Starbucks carry cup) and, to elevate the metaphor, whipped out a crimson Prada clutch to pay the bill.
Don't get me wrong, I'm health-conscious to the point where it drives people crazy. But when you're in a perfect, quiet creperie, you've got to go with the best of the best and embrace the traditional specialties. 
The café is tiny, but it is full of adorable old French newspaper cartoons about creperies, books on Paris and a lovely antique clock. 
My dark chocolate crepe was delicious (however the sweeter nutella one is still my favourite!) and my sister gushed over her croque. It was such a success, that she actually enjoyed the spinach. My mum's peach smoothie (or 'smoozie' as it's satirically named in the menu) was creamy and fresh (they only use seasonal ingredients).

If you haven't already been there... shame on you.
But go. Now. Go for tea. Dinner. Dessert. Super early breakfast. 
And then go again.

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