I was told the Breizh Café in Paris makes the most amazing crêpes using only the freshest ingredients. So off I went to the Le Marais area to indulge in this national dish. I have to commend Breizh Café for not placing the knives and forks directly onto the table -- an icky-pooh practice. Yes, some restaurants wipe down tables between customers, but not all do. And not all places spritz with a disinfectant or use a clean rag. I admired the utensil basket until my 100% organic buckwheat crêpe stole the show. The toilette, however, was not to be outdone by a crêpe. In the cubicle, a Hygiene Hunter's delight! A disinfectant-wipe dispenser on the wall! I would have knelt before it but a floor is never to be trusted. It's no wonder Breizh Café is also big in Tokyo. Hit.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
I was told the Breizh Café in Paris makes the most amazing crêpes using only the freshest ingredients. So off I went to the Le Marais area to indulge in this national dish. I have to commend Breizh Café for not placing the knives and forks directly onto the table -- an icky-pooh practice. Yes, some restaurants wipe down tables between customers, but not all do. And not all places spritz with a disinfectant or use a clean rag. I admired the utensil basket until my 100% organic buckwheat crêpe stole the show. The toilette, however, was not to be outdone by a crêpe. In the cubicle, a Hygiene Hunter's delight! A disinfectant-wipe dispenser on the wall! I would have knelt before it but a floor is never to be trusted. It's no wonder Breizh Café is also big in Tokyo. Hit.
I'm assuming they take away the basket after you've picked up the utensils. Otherwise, the basket would be more 'icky-pooh' than the table.
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