There’s a cute little crepe place on Queen St West called Chococrepe. I wasn’t quite full from One of a Kind Pasta, so I decided to get a crepe while I waited for my uncle to come pick me up.
I ordered a dark chocolate and strawberry crepe. It wasn’t too sweet and the dough was light and fluffy. This looks like a great spot to take some girls or chat about life, books and culture.
As I sat on their outdoor chairs, I heard three people pass me by talking about their experiences with crack. I eavesdropped, stuffing my face with crepe. A boyfriend told his girlfriend his experience, two underaged girls told each other their experience and the last pair were telling each other facts about crack. All I could think in response is Rob Ford????, but just continued to eat until a hobo started to stare me down. I ran back inside and sat on the couch and pretended nothing happened.