I shouldn't confess what I just indulged in for lunch today... but I'm going to anyway. The taste of it is imprinted within my senses, and I'm still humming from the sheer guilty pleasure from the experience.

My friend Amy (who was my traveling companion in England. Yes, Amy and Aimee - running wild in the UK) was in town today. We decided to venture to the touristy village nearby and try out their new French bistro called Pav's. I had been there once before, and had eaten a perfectly toasted panini, but today we were in the mood for crepes.

We detoured through an antique store, teasing ourselves with the thought of the culinary treats waiting for us. We could barely make it to 11:00 before we caved and headed up the street toward the eatery.

It is a very small place, with seating for no more than about twenty people. The walls are a rich marigold color, with a gold guilded mirror taking up the entire back wall. Sconces and French advertising posters make up the rest of the vaulted ceiling nook. Amy, who recently visited Italy, was in a swoon over how quaint and authentic everything looked.

We scooted into a table for two near the window, and dove into our menus. It wasn't long before we decided to split a meal and a desert. A Black Forest Ham crepe with swiss cheese and a spicy dijon sauce for the entree. A feta cheese salad with red, green and yellow bell peppers on the side, drizzled with dark vinagrette. For desert - a Chocolate Gelato Crepe with whipped cream, almonds and a liquor berry sauce. A straight shot of espresso in demitasse cups to go with our sweets.

The crepes were enormous! Everything was so fresh and delicious, all we could do was stare at eachother shaking our heads. Every bite melted over my tongue. The dijon was spiced just right, and the ham was exquisite with the lightness of the crepe.

Amy reminisced about staying in Positano Italy while our spoons swam through the melting gelato and berry sauce. The little slivers of almonds were crunched in glee and washed down with velvet espresso. She mused about the cooking school where she stayed as a guest, and we both agreed that if we were TRULY decadent we would finish our meal off with a glass of wine.

All of this, and the clock hadn't even struck high noon yet!

We passed on the wine though, and simply let the joys of the food take us into a sleepy simmer. She had a 2 hour drive ahead of her, and I teased her with the fact that I was going to top off my ultra indulgent morning with a supremely self serving nap. But whether we are careening down the road or snuggling into a pillow, there are going to be matching Cheshire smiles on both of our faces!!