Creperie Ty Baron
Wandering around Brittany looking at trees, rocks & assorted Merlin memorabilia works up an appetite. I was beginning to feel the familiar sensation of my stomach wrapping itself around my spine, as it usually does just before my body begins to digest itself.Our eyes were beginning to get that glazed look that one gets just as they begin to consider cannibalism.All right, enough of the sightseeing shit. We needed food. Preferably vast amounts of crepes, dripping with cheese & meat.After driving around in what seemed like endless circles in the middle of freaking nowhere, we finally saw the sign.We checked the clock on the dashboard. It was only 6:50pm. We'd have to wait 10 minutes. No problem. My body likely wouldn't reach the advanced stages of auto digestion for at least a half an hour.As soon as the clock flipped to 7pm, we were through the door. The place was empty, just as one would expect it to be. The...