Last night after work Tony wanted to go shopping, so we headed to Pentagon City. Along the way, we decided to grab an early dinner, since he'd not lunched yet, and found La Creperie amidst all those restaurants and shops which are outside the main "Fashion Centre at Pentagon City" in an area called Pentagon Row.
I really enjoyed my dinner, which was a stew of chicken and mushrooms in a chicken broth enriched with cream followed by an enormous salad maison with freshly made mayonnaisse as the dressing. For dessert, I just had a tiny cup of French roast espresso. Tony started with a fine pate in aspic, then ate a salmon and cream cheese crepe for his plat, and an apple cinnamon crepe with vanilla ice cream for dessert. I liked this creperie, cause they used great big crepes instead of little tiny pancake sized ones. Tony's salmon crepe was folded over in half much like a quesadilla and the apple dessert crepe was wrapped into a sort of flat burrito shape.
All evening I kept trying to order my food in French from our obviously French waitress, but she kept quizzically repeating me in English like she wasn't able to understand me. Now, I'll be the first to admit that my French sucks, but I couldn't have been that far off on either vocabulary or accent, or Tony would have lectured me about my errors, as he always does. I guess she was just being like the waiters in Paris. Parisians can be so obnoxious. They generally always speak impeccible English, but they feign ignorance and make Americans struggle with their French, and then they still pretend the Americans are incomprehensible, even though they probably eavesdropped on the table ahead of time, hearing the Americans discussing their menu choices amongst the table.
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