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Writer's pictureKara McKenna

European Crêpes in Pittsburgh - Caffé Mona

I always thought I'd eat my first crêpe while wandering the streets of Paris. I had it all planned out. A beautiful French man would serenade me with an accordion, take me to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and have a candle lit crêpe dinner waiting for us. Oh la la, that crêpe would melt in my mouth.


In reality, I tried my first crêpe on the scenic and exotic streets of Las Vegas at the Flamingo lunch buffet. A close second to Paris.


Finding a fluffy yet thin crêpe filled with fresh ingredients isn't the easiest feat in western Pennsylvania. We're lucky if we can say 'crêpe' with an ounce of French pizazz.


However, I recently visited Caffé Mona in Bloomfield and found the authentic European cuisine experience I've been searching for. There was even an attractive man involved! He gave my friend Jenna and me complementary eclairs for waiting a few minutes for a table :)



Little did he know that I'd wait forever for him. My dude, connect with me on LinkedIn.


I keep things professional around here. Gee, I wonder what else I would've gotten if I waited a few more minutes --


Okay! Moving on.


After debating on sweet versus savory, I ordered a sweet crêpe: Nutella Love. There were berries, bananas, and walnuts galore. The Nutella glistened in the light. She was ready for her close-up.



I finished the whole thing. I got my daily dose of fruit, chocolate, and carbs. The French would be proud...although I don't recall ever saying the world 'crêpe' out loud in the restaurant. I'm a yinzer, not a poet.


The 4+ years of French classes listed on my transcript might say otherwise. The closest European thing in my life is Big Ben. I'm talking about the washed up quarterback. Not the clock.


Support small business and order a crêpe. Maybe you'll get an eclair as an appetizer too.

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