In honor of my crepe story today
Maybe it's a sickness, but I seem to remember all scenes in movies that have to do with food. One of my more favorites in recent years was in the fine film, Talladega Nights. The scene takes place between Jean Girard and Ricky Bobby. It is excerpted below if you don't feel like watching the YouTube segment (it's got some naughty bits).
Jean Girard: [has Ricky in an arm lock] I will let you go, Ricky. But first, I want you to say...”I... love... crepes."
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Don't you say it, Ricky. These colors don't run.
Ricky Bobby: I'm not gonna say it.
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Cal Naughton, Jr.: You know, just to put this in there, I had a whole mess of crepes this morning. They're just like pancakes, maybe even better.
Ricky Bobby: Wait, are they the really thin pancakes?
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Yeah. Jean Girard: Yes they are. They are the really thin pancakes. It's just a French word for them.
Ricky Bobby: Oh, my god, I love those.
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Put any syrups you want on them. I'm just saying, think about it.
Ricky Bobby: They come with cheese sometimes?
Jean Girard: Yes, of course, a fromage-crepe.
Ricky Bobby: Well, why didn't someone yell that right-right away?
"He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise." 
Not to appear cynical, but $13.50 for a vegetable crepe? You have to be kidding.
Posted by: hank | May 09, 2008 at 08:21 AM
Hey, Laura,
I just wanted to wish you a happy Mother's Day. As a food critic and as a mom, you're always in good taste.
Dizz.
Posted by: Dizzy | May 11, 2008 at 03:28 AM