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West Country Girl – Paris

The salted caramel was to die for at this hidden gem!

As a tourist you should have a crêpe when visiting Paris, right? Well, West Country Girl was the place I wanted to stop to have crêpes this time around, especially after seeing the review on David Lebovitz and a few additional reviews on Yelp. West Country Girl is located in the 11th arrondissement of Paris not too far from our hotel on the Passage Saint-Ambroise. Did I mention it was hidden? If I didn’t look up the specific directions before we arrived we might have missed it.

We arrived on a Friday morning just after they opened. We were greeted and chose a seat inside. The decor was simple and rustic. I loved it. How could you not like wall art with an homage to mostly American music artists? Look kids, Joan Jett! Not to mention Chuck Berry, Marvin Gaye, Etta James, Tom Petty, and The Doors to name a few others.

Don’t forget Chad and the Kurt Cobain breast!

I have to admit I was a bit nervous trying this place off the beaten path because, to put it simply, I really suck at speaking French. It is mostly bonjour, bonsoir, madame, monsieur, merci, and s’il vous plait. Honestly, you really don’t need to know much of the language to have a great trip. However, the locals do appreciate if you at least attempt to speak their language, especially in France where they take extra pride in their language. Almost all of the time I have had success with my attempts at the language. Although a few times I have had situations where there was a complete breakdown in communication. Thank goodness for the international sign of pointing to the menu.

Lucky for us our server was from Australia! She initially spoke in French, but when she saw that we were hopeless she took pity on us and switched to English. Thank Goodness! She informed us of the specials. She advised that we could both eat a savory crêpe and still have enough room for a desert crêpe each. I think she was being nice to the big American boys, but we were actually really full after this meal. We decided on the leek, egg and cheese special along with the andouille sausage and egg crêpes. After researching a bit more I think we probably had buckwheat gallettes instead of crêpes but they should have just been called delicious!

They arrived hot off the grill, thin, and crispy. The leek crêpe tasted of scallions, cheese, and scrambled eggs.

The andouille was served on top with the fresh sunny-side up egg in the center.

We also received a glass of the most amazing cider I have had in my life. It came in simple, cute bottles and was served in a small wine glass. I should have asked to buy a bottle but I don’t think it would have lasted long.

Our mains were amazing! However, the best was yet to come.

Lately, if you even mention salted caramel anything you instantly have my attention. I have devoured salted caramel ice cream, salted caramel macarons, and salted caramels with Fleur de Sel. My initial draw to this place was the house made salted caramel. I knew it had to be good because one of the Yelp posts actually wanted someone to acquire and send her a bottle of this caramel. I considered it, but thought it may be a logistical nightmare for someone I didn’t even know. So I decided to scratch that idea, but it did make we wonder… How good is this caramel?  A random reviewer wants a total stranger to send her caramel. We ordered two on the advice of our server… She didn’t want any fighting over the last bite. To each his own!

Upon arrival the salted caramel was spooned into the center of the crispy crêpe (gallette?, delicous?). It was warm, creamy, sugary, salty, and buttery nummy-ness. I remember savoring every bite. It was truly salted caramel bliss for the senses.

Now I know what the Yelper was talking about… I wonder how much she would have paid…

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