Puréed spinach, salty feta, a dash of salt and pepper, and a hint of nutmeg enveloped in a thin, buttery (and ideally, in my opinion, not overly crisp) shell. With a few flicks of the wrist and skills not unlike an origamist, the chef produces a triangular crêpe, which is scooped into a paper cone for easy carrying. Perfect for a stroll down Robson Street: one hand on your crêpe, the other on your umbrella.
Contrary to common belief, all hot dog stands are not created equal. As tradition/habit dictates, while I’m watching my Spinach Feta Crêpe materialize through a glass window from a sidewalk vantage point, R. has already half-devoured his all-beef hotdog on a whole wheat bun heaped with mustard, pickles, hot peppers and caramelized onions. In addition to having every possible topping and condiment one could desire, our hot dog vendor sells Pepsi products (much to our delight). But what really sets him apart is his free fruit candies and his old-school straw dispenser from which he always offers a straw with a characteristic flourish.Labels: Away from the kitchen