The crepe man beginneth his crepe-making at Crepes at the Market (ingenious name! Ingenious!)
The crepe man at Crepes at the Market (ingenious nam- oh wait, we've done that already) maketh a crepe with ham, apple, cheese, and his, um, squirty sauce of savouriness.
The gorgeous L.FoodieFulbright decides not to do a Dine and Dash, whilst L.MiteMaster plots how best to dispose of an Australian blogger's body.
If this is not the clearest reference to "Women's Troubles" (*shakes hand to the side dismissively*) in existence, I don't know what is. At Capitol Hill Books.
A poodle in a clothes-and-antiques store, which reminded me of...
The poodle in a chocolate shop in Boston. What is it with Americans, sleeping poodles, and retail areas? (P.S. Could someone please pass me the Chinita and Michel Cluizel bars in the background? All of them? Ta.)
But most importantly, does it sparkle? And teach young women and men that watching unsuspecting people while they sleep and getting beaten up when being... affectionate (*ahem*) is fine-and-dandy? I, for one, won't deign to drink it unless it does.
Hannah. Writer, editor, firm believer in socks, gin, laughter, buttered toast, cheesecake, and semicolons. Currently back in Canberra after two years living in Canada; heart tingling to see what happens next.