I've been here quite often to meet friends for dinner before dance class, and there have been a few incidents when my crepes/galettes were served either soggy or burnt. By the way, eating a burnt crepe is nowhere near the enjoyment of eating chao-tah edges of toasts and charsiew - it's bitter and kinda nasty (I somehow conjure the comparison of setting coffee powder on flames and drinking the brewed ashes).

On better days, the smoked salmon galette, chocolate crepe, and quinoa spinach salad are my more favoured menu items, and their homemade ginger beer with honey is intensely spicy.