Itching Up To Get In Your Kitch-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!
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Ok this may not be Michelin-starred restaurant cooking but sometimes a trusty, straightforward, neighbourhood restaurant with a comforting menu is exactly what the foodie doctor ordered.
The Kensington Creperie (and it’s next door ‘Cremerie’ ice-cream parlour) was packed. Even the tables on the pavement were full and, on a chilly Sunday in February, that's pretty good going. We joined the queue and after 10 minutes we were ensconced.
Whilst the Victorians were busy building the V&A round the corner, the Kensington Creperie was a fully functioning dairy. Today there’s a buzzy atmosphere with diners squeezed into every nook and cranny beneath the original Victorian green and white dairy tiles that still line the walls.
Normandy cider served in a clay pitcher seemed a fitting way to start the proceedings. It's a lengthy menu with a few curious combinations (or perhaps they just got lost in translation - 'cooked grated carrot' wasn't really selling the Portuguese crepe to me!). All the crepes are freshly made and the staff actively encourage free-wheeling with the ingredients - if a diner requests a new combo that the chefs like, they may even add it to the official menu.
It's hard to make a crepe look great given that the main act is normally hidden so this was going to be all about the flavour. I chose the Tartiflette buckwheat crepe. Tartiflette is heaven on a plate for me; onions, lardons, potatoes, raclette cheese, cream and white wine - warming comfort food at its best. I'm happy to say that the Kensington Creperie served up a delicious version, all neatly wrapped up in a pancake. The crepe was thin enough to add a tiny bit of bite and the tartiflette filling was as good as any I've had on top of a snowy Alpine mountain.
In fact it was so good we went back two hours later for pudding after a trot around the V&A! My Poire Helene crepe was generous in the extreme - juicy pears and lashings of chocolate (in fact so much choc I had to scrape some off and that, I assure you, is a first!). All served up with chantilly (naturellement) and home made ice-cream.
I may not have fulfilled any of my 5-a-day quota but it was a fun indulgence and ticked all the right boxes on a cold February day. And at £35 for four crepes, a pitcher of proper Normandy cider, a glass of wine, a mint tea and a coffee, you can't go wrong.