Crepe Escape for Breakfast

Gerry's bike club ride on Wednesdays is a breakfast ride. They were going to the Crepe Escape on Freeport Blvd down by Sacramento City College today. He told me on Monday where they were going. He took me there one Saturday a couple of months ago or so. The bike club has gone there several times.

So I drove down and met him there. The food is very good, pricey and the portions are huge. Today we shared a Denver crepe breakfast. It was chock full of ham, bell peppers and cheese. Compared to the crepes I had at that restaurant in Woodland on Saturday, this crepe was fantastic. It came with country potatoes too. Even sharing the breakfast, we could not finish it all. I also had fresh, squeezed orange juice. Gerry had coffee.

I didn't count how many were there for breakfast. This restaurant has a covered patio and they line up several square tables and chairs down the middle of the area. Some of the riders pulled up a couple of small round ones too. There wasn't an empty spot. Gerry and I were sitting at the far end of all these tables and a couple of people pulled up chairs to sit at the corner of our table. It was a little cozy but okay. A few riders didn't stay for breakfast.

Of course, I forgot to take my camera. I got there a little before 10, Gerry said he'd probably be there by 10. Well, I sat in the van and watched the squirrels scamper up and down the huge trees across the street from the restaurant. I think they are so adorable, my daughter tells me they are rodents. :)

Oh, I have to tell you what happened - I saw him coming down the street towards the restaurant - I had the radio on. So I turned off the motor and pulled the key out of the ignition. Well, the car alarm started going off. I pushed every button on the clicker and it wouldn't stop. By that time Gerry was in the parking lot and rode up to the van. He's yelling at me to put the key in the ignition, the alarm is still going. Then he says "give me your keys". Well, he's pushing all the buttons too. Finally it stopped. Of course, the riders are looking at me, probably everyone in the restaurant too. I have no idea what happened. But talk about being embarrassed - mercy, that was about the time one would like to crawl in a hole and hide.