Creperie Ar-men

This restaurant is one of the few places where you can get authentic French food—from Brittany. Located amid a row of pubs at Duxton, this little eatery can be quite hard to find. It was pretty idyllic the night we dropped—and the interior was lit by some old-fashioned lamps, with dark wood tables, pictures of lighthouses on the northwest coast of France and a window overlooking the street. The restaurant specializes in homemade buckwheat and wheat crepes, with flour from France, as well as farmhouse ciders and homemade sorbets and ice-cream. We ordered a soupe de Roscoff—onion soup topped with emmental cheese au gratin. It was fairly tasty, but the serving was exceedingly (and surprisingly) small for the price. The Croix-Alpine—a buckwheat crepe filled with potatoes, onions and bacon with cheese—was alright but the crepe could have been crispier. Two scoops of blackcurrant and blood orange sorbets ended our meal, with the blood orange being the nicer of the two. There’s not much that’s really jaw-dropping about the food, and the difficulty of placing a reservation (they only take calls during meal times) is annoying. But it’s a nice place to have a quiet date—if you’re into crepes, that is. BYO corkage $25.