Mmm, crepes (again, but better this time!)

Wednesday evening Andrew and I found ourselves in a little bit of a conundrum-- we weren't entirely sure what to do in the city on Thursday. We had intended on spending about 3 hours total doing the Alcatraz thing, and had done a decent amount of wandering on Wednesday instead, but weren't feeling the inspiration to go back into the city right away. Ta-da, Kristine to the rescue! She gave us a map and a guidebook for a hike through the Portola Redwood Forest, which was about a 45 minute or so drive away. (Kristine, if you're reading this, I just realized I have your guide book! I'll text you and mail it back to you!)

We woke up and high-tailed it to...

A really great crepe place :) No sense in having a long hike without some French bistro food to fuel us! It's sort of funny, because when we told Kristine that we had breakfast at Crepevine on the first day she wasn't very enthused, and suggested we go to this place instead... WHICH WAS A TOTALLY JUSTIFIED RESPONSE. Crepevine was heavy and totally Americanized by comparison, and my mouth is watering a little bit just looking at these pictures and remembering how yummy it was.

The place is called Bistro Maxine, and it felt like a little slice of Paris in Cali. It had teeny round bistro tables in a really small inner dining area, and smelled sweet and savory at the same time. The crepes were thin and moist, but still had a little bit of crisp around the edges, the filling was really flavorful (Andrew got a savory crepe for breakfast and we shared a banana/Nutella crepe for breakssert, and the sweet crepe was maybe a bit too heavy on the banana, but was delicious); the croissant was flaky and buttery like all good croissants should be; and the chef and waitress (I assumed husband and wife, but this could have just been a story I fabricated in my head, because I also named the waitress Maxine and decided she owned the restaurant... I'm only realizing now the elaborate story I had started to concoct without knowing at all if it was true) had French accents... sigh! Definitely a place we'd like to go again next time we're in Palo Alto.

Next up, Portola Redwoods!