Crepe To Go

Your crepes may not have made it but your stories will never die, Crêpe Nazi. Let your fans know where you are… nothing tastes as good as crepes made with hate…

I came here to pay my respects to this little hole in the wall crêpe place run by the Nazi since this place is now closed. Sad day.
The crepes were quirky — all had names of old movie stars like Grace Kelly, Marlene Dietrich, Marilyn Monroe, etc. I always found it funny that he would call the curry crêpe Bruce Lee because it was yellow. He probably didn’t have the same intentions as Power Rangers circa 1993 though.
The quality of the crêpe was okay, but I always came for the entertainment. Usually I’d be pissed and boycott any establishment that yells at their customers if they don’t order quickly enough, or throws their change onto the table instead of handing it over, but there was always a comic factor. A lot of my friends are taken aback and downright offended but I was always amused.
Extra star for the engrish sign posted outside:
«Never Enter with NO decision BUT with curiosity (Except for small kids and IDIOTS). We DON’T welcome those who react to only signs and laughing here like one of them with silly face.)»
We’ll miss you!

My old roommates took me to this place when they were craving some dessert. They live just down the street, so we walked over. After seeing the signs outside of the establishment, I was immediately reminded of the «Soup Nazi» from Seinfeld — I’ve actually been to the real Soup Nazi in New York, but that’s another story. I started referring to him as the Crêpe Nazi, thinking I was clever. Turns out other people have the same idea. Sad day.
The crepes are good if you like sugary desserts. It’s not really a traditional crêpe in my opinion, but for what it is, it’s damn delicious. I usually get the Marilyn. The signs posted around the place can entertain you while you wait or eat. There are a couple small tables out front, but if those are taken you may have to eat standing up.

The «Crêpe Nazi» makes good stuff, for not too much scratch, if you follow the rules. I’ve been going there irregularly over the last couple years, and its always funny seeing him blow off confused old people who stopped in the area for lunch.
But it looks like he is tired of crepes, because last time he mentioned that he will be closing in February.
I repeat, he will be closing the crêpe shop sometime in February.
So if you want to have one last Marilyn Monroe, or just check out the Crêpe Nazi himself before he moves on to another profession, go ahead and give it a shot. Its worth the five bucks.

Worth going to for the entertainment value. The famed crêpe nazi makes decent to above-​average crepes, which don’t even begin to merit his demanding ways. Still, walking up to the store, seeing signs posted all over the place, prohibiting and requiring certain conduct for a successful order is quite the laugh. And it’s even better once you approach the window and talk to a faceless pair of hands that demand you place your money on the counter so he doesn’t have to touch you, lest he be contaminated.
Not a destination in itself. Good place to stop by for dessert, though, if you’re already having dinner somewhere on Sawtelle.

Last night was ground-​breaking. I can smuggly say the crêpe nazi LIKES me!!! Yes, he conversed with me and started the conversation! What what!
Ok the deets: I haven’t been to crêpe-​to-​go in a few months. I went with my 9-​year old sister. I explained all the rules to her beforehand and she was most definitely perplexed but obliged. We went in, ordered the crêpe (I actually messed up ordering because I forgot to choose which jam I want and made him ask eek), but he was still totally cool. He even offered me a CLUB CARD! Holy grail of crêpe-​to-​go.
He then told me some sad news: he is closing in a few months and opening a mobile type truck. We talked a bit more and he was still crêpe-​nazi stern but friendly. He was especially nice to the little one. Further proof that crêpe-​to-​go rocks. Hopefully the mobile crêpe-​to-​go will keep the same policies because it just wouldn’t be the same without them!

Ok, here goes:
Remember the old adage «A picture is worth a thousand words»? Well, the pics of the signs on this place should say volumes.
Remember my criteria on eating places? A) Location B) Food and C) Service. Those pics of the signs should tell you which of those 3 criteria they get an F. F as in eff’d up and totally awful.
I’ve visited this place each time I go to Hurry Curry 3 doors down, only because Hurry Curry had only mochi ice cream for dessert. The friend that I go with, he won’t have anything from this place, claiming to be full. Ok, now on to the review.
The Good:
The Crepes! They’re named after the classic movie stars! The savory ones are male, the sweet ones are female. Powdered sugar, whipped cream and nutella are common ingredients with the girlies. Cheese and meat are for the boys. I’m a crêpe fan so… you can never go wrong with the crepes.
The Bad:
Did you see the pics of the signs? That’s it. That’s not a gimmick. The guy who runs this place? The signs are a visual representation of how he feels about how he will conduct business.
Oh, and it’s cash only. Most people can get around that, but not what I’ve warned you about (see above).
The Ugly:
Here’s what I don’t understand. Why would someone go out of their way to dissuade people from patronizing their business? Who in their right mind would do that? Just to let you know how effective it was, (aside from the fact that I had no cash on me at the time) I dared not step in this place after my most recent trip to Hurry Curry over Labor day. And I don’t scare easily.
So, there you have it. What you do with this review is up to you. You may need the balls of a matador, the lack of reading capability of a 1^st grader, or the lack of good old plain smarts to patronize and/​or avoid this place.
Remember, I love crepes and I’ve gone to many places that serve ‘em. That will give you perspective on whether you should go inside and order or stay clear altogether.

«Cat, next time we hang out, I have to take you to the crêpe nazi.»
Well, next time rolled around and true to his word, A took me to see the crêpe nazi. I don’t know why, but the entire time, I thought the place was called «Crêpe Nazi.» Apparently, it’s simply named «Crêpe To Go.»
Ingenious.
After stuffing myself silly on shabu, I wasn’t sure I had enough room for crepes, but… it was just around the corner, so we dallied on over.
Just outside the miniscule shop, A stopped me.
Staring me full in the face, he deadpanned. «Don’t bother looking at this plastic display. Just go in and ask the guy what he recommends. Trust me.»
«Okay.» I was just about to step in when A stopped me again.
«Hey, no matter what he says, just keep asking for his recommendations. It might be hard to see him behind all the posters and stuff, so just duck down and peek underneath. He appreciates eye contact.»
«Okay.» With that, I unassumingly stepped in and…
Whoa mama.
I wasn’t sure if it was a gimmick or not at first. «Oppa, is this a joke? Is this guy serious? Or is this just his personality?!»
I was shocked and horrified and oh so insulted!
I pretty much stepped back out of the store within 60 seconds of first stepping in, and I wasn’t about go to back. He man had yelled, «Come back in six minutes!» but I sure as hell wasn’t about to go back in.
A just laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
After five minutes, he insisted that I go back in and ask the guy if my order was ready.
«NO!» I yelled. «I’m not subjecting myself to that abuse again!»
Choking on his laughter, A just went in and picked up our order. which turned out to be the wrong order.
Who cares? I didn’t want to deal with trying to tell the rude mofo that he made it wrong. «Just eat it,» I grumbled. A obliged, laughing hysterically the entire time.
Would I ever go back? Maybe if I was in the area… but only with an unsuspecting friend. Then I can do to my friend what A did to me.
This time, I’ll be the one laughing hysterically.

If you gave this place one star then get the motherfucking stick out of your ass you pretentious loser!
It’s obviously an act; that or it’s a place owned by a really weird guy who likes to hide behind menus and pretend he’s the Wizard of Oz. Probably a little bit of both. In either respect, those of you writing reviews that basically say «The mean guy hiding behind his signs yelled at me!» need to grow up and harden the fuck up while you’re at it! Come on! It’s a guy selling crepes. God help us if you had been alive when the Nazis was threatening THE ENTIRE FREE WORLD.
I used to work in food service and let me tell you, my hatred for stupid ass customers made me nearly go insane. 90% of people are cool as shit, and if you are in that 90 percent who went to this crêpe guy and still got yelled at, then you have my kinda sympathy. But 10% of you assholes totally deserved it. I used to work at In N Out Burger. We have three options on the menu. Three. That is less children than most of you people will have in your depressing and promiscuous lives.
And still, we would get people that would wait in line for ten minutes then get to the counter and stand there pondering which of the three choices they wanted for ten more fucking minutes! THERE ARE ONLY THREE OPTIONS! Then they would try to pay with a card. «I’m sorry,» I would say, as politely as possible, «We only accept cash.» And they would look around like I just shot their beloved family dog with a bow and arrow and angrily go «Well, we’ll just take our business to Wendy’s then!» and storm out.
«FUCK YOU!» I would yell (in my head), as they left. Because frankly I couldn’t give a shit less if stupid ass customers never came into that store again. And to see this guy give you fucking dumbasses (and don’t kid yourselves, there are stupid ass customers on Unilocal just like there are anywhere in this glorious world we live in) the rude treatment you deserve practically gives me a hard on!
I went in there after reading the signs (which DID NOT offend me, like some of you lilies) and followed the instructions and wham bam thank you ma’am, I got a crêpe. No fuss, no muss. It wasn’t like the best crêpe I’d ever had, but it wasn’t terrible. So my advice to you whiners is pick your vaginas up off the floor and act like adults! This whole Crêpe Nazi thing is just a humorous side show. Don’t take yourselves so seriously.
What’s really funny is that whoever wrote a highly offended review automatically revealed themselves as a pretentious asshole who thinks their shit doesn’t stink. Here’s news for you: it does! Especially after a crêpe!

I like how I can never get enough of this place
It’s SO AWFUL!
But I ALWAYS take my friends here if they are new to «Sawtelle».
It’s definitely a tourist attraction.
I would give a one star…
But the fact that he is always so consistent with his awfulness and still manages to keep the place…
It’s impressive.
It is definitely worth at least one visit.
Don’t go back again just for the crepes… they taste like shit…
Honestly, the taste could fluctuate depending on his mood.
Out of at least 10 times I took my friends here, we only got lucky twice… so I wouldn’t expect too much.

Absolutely thee most horrible crêpe I have ever had! AND overpriced at that. Tastes like rubber, maybe they gave me one of those window displays and I ate it?! You can’t see the chef’s face through’ janitors closet’ of a shop, is he ashamed of his creations??? I say, yes.
This place belongs next to public restrooms on Venice Beach.

i know the crêpe nazi gets pleasure from collecting stars, one by stinking one. There’s nothing left to be said about this place that hasn’t been thoroughly explained by other Unilocalers, so to keep it brief: the signs really are funny. They fully embody the asian principle of do not reward success but do punish failure.
While you’re waiting for your crêpe, look above the plastic crêpe replica menu and you’ll see a small doll of a grandmother with an apron stuffed with garbage, including a new, green Andes mint treat. How nasty!
Anyway, I watched the guy make my crêpe through the small opening and it was the most disgusting, unhygienic process. He got my order wrong and really, no exaggerating, all the ingredients were raw and straight outta of a can: spoonfuls of tomato paste, raw mushrooms, unpicked spinach, frozen tomatoes and unmelted cheese.
It was a funny experience. He’ll charge you 25c if you order to go. And the best part of getting it to go: your to go container is simply another paper plate covering your crêpe.
That his shop still operates is evidence of a loving, forgiving god.

Either this place is a big joke, or there is something seriously wrong with the owner. I first came across this place a year ago, and have walked by a few more times, and I still haven’t placed an order (I tried once though). I just don’t think it’s worth it.
Crepes to Go is teeny weeny establishment (could’ve been designed for storage space) squeezed between two other restaurants in one of the Asian strip malls on Sawtelle. You’ll see delicious-​looking displays of crepes (both savory and sweet) behind the glass window, which is what initially attracted me to the place. Who doesn’t love crepes?
But after taking a look at the numerous unwelcoming and insulting signs all around, you’ll start to wonder if the owner is insane. You also may be slightly amused. You’ll have to see the signs for yourself to know what I mean. The signs are everywhere! — taped to the door, taped to the counter, taped to each other, handwritten in marker, strewn with grammatical errors, with lists of strict rules of what you can and cannot do, what you should and should not do. Last time I came here, there was also a «WANTED!» poster, with an rough hand-​drawing of a face in pen (I’m guessing this someone caused them trouble). That had to be a joke, right? C’mon, a sketch that looked like it was drawn by a 10 year old? Personally, I think all of the signs and the owner’s general attitude is just asking for trouble.
Well I thought, who cares about all the madness on the surface, let’s see if their crepes are any good. I walk in, and he says to me in a cold voice, «I am not taking orders. Come back in 5 minutes» I know, I shouldn’t have expected a completely different person from the man behind the signs. But really? Is this his way of getting or keeping customers?

They guy wants to be a hermit? Fine. He wants to belittle his customers? Fine. He wants to own a store the size of a cupboard? Fine. But he better back it up with an easy menu and some delicious food. The menu is way too cluttered and way too annoying to be worth it. Sorry man, you don’t get to be soup nazi unless you serve some damn good soup!

I think the whole soup nazi thing was kind of funny in Seinfeld and it may have made the soup kitchen famous, but in real life when you’re an ass people will think you’re an ass. And that’s just like the guy who runs this place.
I don’t know what the deal with this guy is, but he hides behind a bunch of signs, creeping only his hand over to collect your money. I’ll bet he picks his nose and scratches his butt with that hand and then makes your delicious crêpe. I hope for his sake that he got beat with the ugly stick is doing us all a favor by not being seen in the light of day.
The crepes aren’t anything to write home about either.
I would not recommend coming even within 50 feet of here. Go get your curry or volcano tea next door, and continue on.

This experience was too weird to be true, but it was true. I was supposed to know what to order before hand. He refused service to me by saying «We are closed». End of the story.
I didn’t know about this crêpe nazi until I was there. I heard from other people his crêpe is not that great either. I wouldn’t want to risk coming back just because I might get NOTHING and the worst service from the owner being a moron. I’d waste my gas too.

At the end of my little visit to Sawtelle, my girlfriends says «let’s go to the crêpe nazi.» WTF?! I was so lost. Crêpe Nazi? Are you serious? Especially on cute little Sawtelle?
Well apparently she wasn’t kidding. It’s the smallest little store ever and all over the front it says crap like don’t come in if you don’t know what you want, people are idiots, and all this crap. They don’t need to serve stupid people and stuff around that line. You pick what you want (Ingrid Bergman for me), put the money on the counter, he gives you change (it’s $ 4), and he tells you to wait outside. He rings a bell when it’s ready, you come in, get your crêpe, and walk out. What the heck!!! That is like the Nazi way huh?
It definitely was not a satisfying experience. Definitely not. It’s like you didn’t even have a second to alter your order if need be. When I got my Banana + Nutella crêpe it came with whip cream and chocolate sauce. I didn’t eat the whip cream and just ate the nutella + banana in the middle and tossed it. Gotta eat the good party right? I didn’t need the extra bread portion for my dessert. Let’s TRY to save SOME calories right?
You can tell people were intimidated to go in. I guess it can be a cute and funny concept, but at the same time it’s kind of ridiculous that people don’t even want to order there because they might get yelled at. I hear it’s all a show though. They’re told to be mean, abrupt, and not show their face. Whatever. I got my dessert. Everyone else can screw themselves. LOL

This is the second and ABSOLUTE LAST time I will even get within range of this place. It’s creepy and downright RUDE!
Food: I don’t know because I WAS REFUSED SERVICE here by the freaking crêpe nazi/​Hitler/​Stalin/​etc. Now, I will turn my review into an advertisement for other nearby crêpe joints. If you go to the south end of the block toward Olympic and turn right, there’s a fantastic crêpe joint there. It’s just a little walk away and oh so much better than this place. Also, Champagne Bakery in the center with the neon aquarium above it has great and only slightly more expensive crepes. As I remember from the first time here, the crepes at Crêpe To Go don’t even taste that good. I’ve had a lot of crepes since that time that were so much better, cheaper, and didn’t require following ridiculous rules to get it.
Service: I went here with Tina B. and Mira K. and warned them about what happened to Vivian L. the last time she and I were there. We did nothing wrong. We just ordered and he tried to charge us twice and yelled at us like a madman. I think he has actually gotten worse. We commented on the EXCESSIVE use of signs that actually insult the customer even before they step into the microscopic shop (


). When we tried to order he told us he was ‘temporarily closed.’ A couple walked in and ordered a crêpe right after that. Then we went in again and he said we were ‘stupid’ and should ‘come back next year.’ Apparently, he was listening to what we were saying outside about the signs and thought it was idiotic. First of all, I find it really creepy that he was listening to that since we were just talking to one another (either that or I have a really loud voice). Maybe he has a microphone outside or something? Secondly, why does he hide his face? Is it so we won’t be inclined to throw a pair of size 10s at him? I’m really sorry, but if you’re going to open a food shop, you should probably have some sort of people skills or at least not be a baby killer in your spare time or whatever this guy does for fun.
Atmosphere: Butt ugly and covered in ridiculous signs that insult people’s intelligence. The signs are all faded from the sun. There’s also a sign that says the place is under new management. It’s obviously not. I don’t think there’s more than one douchebag out there with that insane level of rudeness.
Synopsis: No synopsis needed. This place is creepy. I wouldn’t even go here to check out how creepy it is. I am THAT traumatized by it.

2.5 Stars…
I can finally say this about Crêpe to Go: «Been there, done that»! I had to psych myself out before stepping up to the counter to order… and this was my experience:
$ 9 for two really mediocre crepes. Not worth the money, but it was definitely an interesting experience. The «Crêpe Nazi» had been all hyped up in my head thanks to fellow Unilocalers so I was expecting some super duper scary old guy. He actually wasn’t THAT scary. Even when I accidentally ordered blueberry jam when he asked me what kind of fruits I wanted, I did not get yelled at, nor was I called any names. I guess I slipped under his «stupid customer» radar! YAY!
But yes, the crepes… after I ordered them the guy told me to come back 10 minutes later to pick them up. So I waited until exactly 10 minutes later. I didn’t want to be early as they would probably not be ready and I did not want to go back too late because he might get pissed/​insulted. So there I was, 10 minutes later facing my two crepes, the Grace Kelly and the Marilyn Monroe. Both were really sweet because of the Nutella spread. The crêpe was really soggy, limp, and cold. Sadly, I have to say that I won’t be returning to Crêpe to Go any longer.
And I agree with people when they say that they cannot see this dude’s face. I tried to angle myself in several different positions and all I saw was a chin. And I think he was wearing a black fur shrug (sans a pretty ribbon of course) or something too. I can’t be too certain about the shrug as he was covered by the signs plastered all around the counter.

the crepes are good– consistent– not the best — but if it is late night where else can you go?
I like the the new one around the corner on olympic better — but they close early. This is a 2^nd choice for the sawtelle area. The guy is very rude so bitter or something. So don’t expect any service.