Wednesday, 2 June 2010
I recently complained on Twitter about putting on weight. 'Just weighed myself thinking I'd lost weight but I've actually PUT WEIGHT ON.' A little incident last week exemplified the kind of behaviour that might be to blame. I'd been strolling around Hampstead, wondering why I always go to Islington to shop and potter when Hampstead is closer to where I live, less busy, better chazzas, amusingly posh – I once saw Colin Firth and Princess Beatrice on the same night – and just nice for a change. Anyway, exhausted after a morning of gentle shopping (I had birthday monies to spend), I decided it was lunchtime. I eschewed the extremely tempting Paul bakery and instead got a good old prawn sandwich from Tesco for £1.35. (Yes, I know Tesco are evil and disgusting but I am po' at the moment.) Feeling smug and full of self-control, I wandered back to my bike, planning to eat my sandwich at the lido.
But then I saw La Crêperie de Hampstead and you can guess what happened next. This crêpe van has been in Hampstead for thirty years and is a bit of a local institution. I've managed to keep my crêpes to post-pub in the past, because I have to be drunk to rationalise eating fried buttery batter stuffed with cheese. But last week I could not resist the pull. I had a mushrooms and garlic cheese crêpe. I don't need to tell you that it was divinity in conical form. I'm going back for a crème de marrons one soon.
People sit on the doorsteps down the little lane next to the stand to eat. Must be annoying for the residents but I sat where these two were sitting as soon as they left.
My crêpe was so rich and satisfying, I didn't really want to eat anything else for the rest of the day. Those clever Frenchies have got the right idea by eating little but eating rich. I gave my prawn sandwich to the chatty lifeguard at the lido, then half-heartedly attempted to swim off my lunch crime.
La Crêperie de Hampstead is at 77 Hampstead High Street. Have a look at their full menu here.