Dracula, the dreaded blood-sucking predator of Transylvania, has the strength and powers that no ordinary mortal could overcome. But I’m no ordinary mortal (when hungry) and this is not Transylvania. This . . . is . . . Sparta, er, Cafe Breton. With my silver weapons — a fork and a knife — the Dracula has finally met his match (though I realize silver works with werewolves, not vampires).
If I don’t make sense, if I sound confused, think that I’m seriously low in sugar right now. Or think about the confusion in the name Cafe Breton, which, at first glance, obviously has reference to things British. It serves Dracula (of Transylvania, but in Cafe Breton, it’s cheese, tomato and garlic), La Pinay (definitely Filipina, but here: mango, vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce), Hungarian Sausage, the savoury favorites Neptune (Roman god of the sea, but here: tuna, dairy fresh cream, tomato, onion and mushrooms), Poseidon (Greek equivalent of Neptune, but here: smoked salmon, dill sauce, sour cream, capers). Sure, Poseidon and Neptune may have reference to the British past of being masters of the sea (like, uhm, pirate Captain Jack Sparrows?).
Turned out “Breton” is not really about the British; it’s French. The word “crepe”, which is a type of very thin pancake, is French in origin. Breton refers to the people of, or things associated with, Britanny, which is part of France. It is said that crepe originated in Britanny. Cafe Breton is not confused after all.
Our friend, Jean, would make it a point to visit Cafe Breton every time she’s on a vacation from the U.S. She goes every day. Oui mademoiselle, you heard me right, EVERY day. We have the same favorite in Cafe Breton — La Pinay. How can you resist this sweet crepe? The soft, ripe mango inside is warmed and wrapped by the crepe. The vanilla ice cream on top, melts in a slow pace, not hurrying you to gobble up everything. The chocolate sauce caps the diffused sweetness of the mango, crepe and ice cream. As I said before: “But logic rarely applies in food, something which should be easily understood by those who are fighting so hard to lose weight. Must . . . have . . . La Pinay. Really, how could you resist this mango-filled crepe, served with vanilla ice cream on top and made extra juicy-licious by a “healthy” dose of chocolate?” I’d still go back here in Cafe Breton for this crepe even if Dracula asks for my blood in return.
Of course, there’s a balance to everything. If Britain has King Arthur, it also has, well, Austin Powers. If France has Joan of Arc, it has the Moulin Rouge. If Cafe Breton has a sweet La Pinay, it also has other offerings like the savoury Dracula and the Sausage in a Bun. The Dracula I tasted only once, just a little bite, sharing my wife’s plate (it sounds good in the title of this post, though). My default pairing for a light meal in Cafe Breton is the Sausage in a Bun, capped by La Pinay.
And here’s the other part that I really appreciate about Cafe Breton — no, it’s not the service (last weekend when we went to the Trinoma branch, I was tempted to swear not to come back again, except that I’ll be unfaithful to my La Pinay if I do that), it’s the atmosphere that allows a decent conversation. Soft music. No need to raise the volume of one’s voice. Plenty of elbow room. While the tables are usually loaded when we got here, it’s not too noisy. Better than Starbucks, I guess.
Dracula would surely appreciate the ambiance here, though he better be careful because Cafe Breton serves Dracula for meals.