Note: I guess there would be repeat reviews in a three year old blog. I had written about Crepe Station at Bandra before. Let’s say this post is a way of seeing whether things changed. Quite proud of these Blackberry photos.
I had severe dessert cravings last night. There was a nip in the air and I wanted something warm like the dense chocolate fudge cake at Moshe’s or a gooey brownie or some gajar ka halwa. But then even Bandra gives up after midnight.
I woke up this morning to a tweet from @themovingcloud, a girl who gave up a job in advertising to follow her dream of wanderlust. The tweet read “Stuffed omelette, watermelon juice, nutella and banana waffle and coffee. Sunday morning. 🙂 #food“
K and I had just sleepily got out of bed and were going to Candies as we are programmed to. But @themovingcloud’s tweet had me in a spell. I decided to head for Crepe Station where I could live the dream that her tweet conjured. And yes, turned out that she did go to Crepe Station when she tweeted. As apparently did @madhumita too according to this tweet which I later read: “Hazelnut chocolate waffle at Crepe Station. More than made up for the fail brunch at eggsunday http://twitpic.com/3qiwiz””
Nowhere does the irony of Mumbai become as apparent as at Crepe Station. A hot spot, buzzing at most times, perpendicular to the sea front, al fresco seating with the sea in front of you… yet the dust, sound of constant construction, the honking of traffic drove us to the air conditioned section inside. The mosquitoes drove us out again and we joined the crowd of Sunday revellers in the open section at Crepe Station. At least it wasn’t hot.
At the table across were two Bengali girls… always a sign of good food.
I meant the race before you accuse me of peddling smut. We Bengalis have a knack of seeking out good food.
It was 1 pm and ours was officially the last ‘breakfast’ order at Crepe Station. We started with an omelet. I am not a big fan of ordering omelets or fried eggs at restaurants. You end up paying a king’s ransom for something that is unbelievably easy and cheap to make at home. Restaurant omelets tend to be under salted and are brought to your table cold. Even at five star buffets. The best place to eat omelets and the like are at carts at Railway platforms or at at anda bhurjeewallahs (Mumbai) or deem parooti aalas (Calcutta). The omelets there are served with a lot of warmth and are to be treasured.
Then came the Nutella waffles which @themovingcloud made me dream off when I woke up. The waffles were doused in a very liberal coating of Nutella. Anyone who talks of raw oysters, caviar or garlic as aphrodisiacs needs to taste the Nutella coated waffles at Crepe Station. This is the stuff boy dream of. Well after they grow up. I was heart broken when the waffles got over. Then I added some of the honey from K’s waffle plate to the vanilla ice cream which came with mine. I smiled again.
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| The end of the waffles were a tragic moment in history |
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| Add honey to vanilla ice cream and you are ready to move on |
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| K’s wafflles where you ‘tasted the waffles and not Nutella’ |
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| Somewhere across the waffles and the coffee lay the sea |
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