PICS: MARCO POLO
Around the corner from Tip Top's famed samosas and croquets in New Road, the four-month-old Japanese Crepe House Station caught my eye with its hand-painted, clean typography befitting of an artless lemonade stand. But in lieu of lemons, street side fare is consecrated in the unlikely marriage of the land of the rising sun and the quintessential French flapjack. A mock display of plated crêpes in variation, which could either tempt or creep, is typical of manicured models found in the vitrines of Tokyo sweet shops and ice cream parlours. All smiles, orange bonnets and matching aprons complete the outfits of the station's coquettish crêpières who dub the cookie-cutter charm of Orange Juleps and Western fast food chains.
Fillings are limited to sweet combinations of seasonal fruit—namely strawberry, pineapple, banana, mango, and apple—standard ice cream flavours, chocolate sauce and cinnamon.
Uniquely Nepali, the Khuwa crêpe, stuffed with khuwa (that sapid milk solid somewhere between fresh cheese and curd) and enveloped with whipped cream, is a local favourite.
Missing are classic crêpe ingredients like lemon, powdered sugar, or Nutella (or a pseudo-brand of the hazelnut chocolate spread), as well as savoury crêpes or galettes, easily prepared with a hunk of local cheese and a sprinkling of garden herbs.
From Bishal Bazar walk towards Darbar Square and stop before crossing Freak Street