
Americans have The 4th of July; the French have Bastille Day. On July 14, 1789, an outraged group of Parisians stormed the Bastille, a fortress and prison in France where prisoners of influence were held. The French recognize Bastille Day as the end of the monarchy and beginning of the modern republic. Today, Parisians celebrate this national holiday with a grand military parade up the Champs Elysees, colorful arts festivals, and raucous parties.
Laurent and I used this holiday as an excuse to skip the gym and eat...French food of course. Laurent made reservations at our favorite place Creme de la Crepe for a night of wining and dining and speaking lots of french. But first, we had to work up an appetite. Since our reservations weren't till 8pm, we took the time to walk on the beach and tour the Hollywood Riviera. I've driven through this neighborhood a dozen times and never paid attention to it. I guess if you stop and smell the roses, you'll see lots of beautiful things, like this mailbox...
Then we discoveredour new favorite ice cream shop, Crema Dolce. They had an array of gelatos to die for. And a new concept gelato--Prebiotic Gelatos. It's like "Super Gelato" since it's shot up with enzymes that help with digestion and stuff like that. I was not in the the mood to taste anything new, so I settled for their most popular flavors, Stracciata and Death by Chocolate. We knew we shouldn't have ice cream before dinner, but we have to be bad once in a while. At the last spoonful, I had come to the conclusion that being bad was very good indeed.

But on to the main event - 3 courses at Creme de la Crepe. At 8pm we were seated at our table, greeted by the owner and poured a glass of champagne. The restaurant had a great family atmosphere. All of the tables were pushed together, so people could mingle with each other. With half the guests and the waiters speaking French, Laurent had tons of opportunities to brush up on the language. To this day, I am still amazed at how many languages he knows.
The meal starts with cheese and pate. Loved the pate, but didn't care for any of the cheese but brie. The appetizer never stopped coming. Once one cheese plate was empty, it was quickly replaced with another. Same goes for the pate. Four bread baskets later, we were afraid we didn't have room for dinner.

Main course: Chicken Dijon for him. Beef Bourguignon for me. Not pictured. Why? We were so excited about them, we didn't get the chance to. Review: Highly recommended.
For desert, as always, were Zidane Crepes. A sinful desert consisting of a sweet crepe filled with bananas and strawberries, slathered with nutella, dressed in chocolate glaze and served with vanilla ice cream. No amount of gelato could have compared to this.
And like the main course, it was gone in a flash.
End of the night thoughts: Eating for two hours straight should be done in moderation. And for the record, Laurent is not French and he has never claimed to be. Besides, it was about the food. Can't you tell?
And here's a picture just because Creme de la Crepe is where we had our wedding reception.









