Holy Crepe!

I had the distinct pleasure of stopping by Margarita Mix in Santa Monica the other day, and I just wanted to make sure everyone knows that I had an awesome time. The work was top notch, of course, and I can't say enough about the whole ambiance. The facility itself appears to be more of a spa than anything else, and the people are all friendly and courteous. Now, of course you would expect people to be friendly and courteous when they work in client services, but that's because you assume they are being paid to be friendly and courteous. What if I were to tell you that the folks at Margarita Mix are actually professional crepe makers who only masquerade as client services people, and they can make you any crepe you have ever dreamed of in a matter of minutes -- is that something you would be interested in?

Well stop dreaming friend, it's true. I had two of the most delicious things I've had in a long while: an eggs benedict crepe and a strawberry banana chocolatey crepe. It's crazy. They make the crepe and then kind wrap it up like a burrito around whatever goodness you want. It's pretty much all the best parts of a nice brunch without some snooty lady in a hat sitting next to you. Although now that I think of it, they're so friggin' helpful, I'm sure if you wanted to sit next to a lady in a hat they could make that happen. To be honest, I'm grasping at straws with how to say this any other way: the whole experience was just absolutely amazing. But, in the hopes of impressing a pretty lady somewhere or perhaps taking over as king of restaurant reviewers from that asshole Zagat, I'm going to put on my food critic hat and see what happens. Here goes nothing:

As the crepe approached my table, I felt an odd anticipation. The smell was breathtaking, and the plating was gorgeous. Upon the first bite it was easy to tell that the crepe was cooked to perfection; this was an experienced crepist indeed. The flavors of your standard benedict style eggs -- the hollandaise, the egg -- mixed beautifully with the crepe. The ratio of filler to crepe to sauce was marvelous, as if the chef himself was the crepe and therefore knew exactly when he was perfectly bathed in deliciousness. As for the next dish, all the precision that accompanied the first plate was outdone only by the sheer joy you could see in the construction of this one. The crepe was filled with fruit and warm chocolate oozed out in between. This could only be prepared by a man who loves creping things, and the joy is visible in the dish. Five stars, to be sure.

Given the name of the establishment, you can also get some delicious mexican cuisine and a nice little tequila beverage, but honestly nothing compares to the crepes. Much love to everyone at Margarita Mix, you have earned the right to call yourselves crepists.