Saturday morning Cara and I had breakfast at a crepes place called French Press. It was so. good. So good I dreamed about it last night. They had tons of options, both sweet and savory, but we both opted for the custard-filled crepe topped with strawberries and fresh whipped cream. It was definitely the best thing I've tasted in recent memory. (Though given that my culinary repertoire for the last 2 months has mostly consisted of things that can be prepared in five minutes or less, maybe that is not surprising.)
I would consider moving to Oregon if it meant I could have this once a week.