Yelp! Review of the Day
In my world, Detroit might be a bit brighter if we set out little wrought-iron tables on the sidewalk, armed cyclists with striped shirts and baguettes under their arms, and started stringing faerie lights everywhere. At least someone shares my vision, at least so far as importing Parisian café culture goes.
Crepes hold a certain magic embedded in years of French movies and visions of Audrey Hepburn or Brigitte Bardot effortlessly sailing around Paris, dining at streetside cafés, and solving world problems in chic black dresses. I adore the everchanging flavours and sophisticated combinations as a diner who forever wants to try something new. You can find me peering up at the chalkboard trying to pick my dame of the week every other Saturday or so.
Good Girls Go to Paris gives me a slice of France by way of Detroit, the layered menu-board taunting me with endless variations on classics. Questions are perplexing; did Audrey have to grapple with “sweet or savory” before determining the best course of action to locate $200,000 in hidden CIA money? I love me some savory crepes, but Good Girls honestly does sweet best. The penultimate decider: cheesecake. That’s right, you can add cheesecake to any crepe, but why would you spoil brie or sweet basil and red pepper? Put cheesecake where it belongs, in your crepe and then in your mouth.
Selections range from simple, like basic ricotta cheese and fruit or veggies, on up to complex imaginings of a mind fevered on old 60s movies depicted in larger-than-life posters on the walls. I invariably gravitate to different pairings like the lemon-and-more-lemon option to berries drizzled in chocolate. My beau likes the diet devastating one with Butterfinger. I forget the names of the ladies given to the crepes, but it doesn’t matter anyways because I love my substitutions and the wicked glee gleaming in the eyes of the girls behind the counter when I give them ideas. I’ve let them loose on occasion to mix things up when the shop isn’t too busy.
It’s hard to go wrong here, and preparation is done promptly and well. I usually end up trying to inhale my crepe because I so enjoy the products of my culinary experimentation. I always pair up a cup of tea, as they carry Revolution and I like the Dragon oolong like nothing else. Other beverage options are limited, but there is limoncello and coffees on hand. If this will be an issue, I suggest stopping at Fourteen East Café or the Japanese restaurant in the building to buy a diet Coke or whatever tickles your fancy.
Seating is at a premium at prime time (which is apparently any time), and a sign warns people crepes are made to order rather than fast food affairs. So sit back, open a can of Limoncello, and indulge in a slower pace of life that our hectic day-to-day grind could stand to adopt. Here people are enticed to put their fork down long enough to give actual sentences, not monosyllabic grunts. The rich pairings of food are a meditative foodie’s dream. If you subscribe to the school of experiencing your food through slow eating, Good Girls will be your nirvana.
Parking in Midtown can be difficult, as it’s metered all along Kirby Street in front of the DIA. Save yourself some trouble and park in the adjacent garage at the Park Sheldon because all parking is validated at Good Girls. Show them your ticket and have them sign it, then waltz over to the desk inside the building. It’s worth the diversion just to step back in time and admire the glorious marble foyer, the Golden Age architecture (Beaux Art, I think), and a nifty brass clock. Interior shops are starting to fill out, so a stop at the Peacock Room is a must for a bit of browsing while your meal settles. Free parking and secure, voila! Why not run across the street to the library while you’re at it?