"I have no idea how Mrs Teapot came by that name, but the inside of this creperie is certainly quaint. It's also one of the few restaurants that seems to be open for lunch on a Monday in Vitre. Many of the items on the menu are named after particular places in the UK, so salads are "Notting Hill", "Picadilly", etc. and dessert crepes are "Highland", "Sussex", etc. It's hard to see much rhyme or reason in this, but I guess it's vaguely amusing. Our salads were basically fine: the Picadilly one included chèvre and camembert on toast as well as diced tomato and lettuce; Notting Hill included smoked duck, blue cheese, bacon and slices of pear and was the best of the two. With the dessert crepes, one's spoilt for choice, with options including both the simple and the complex. The proof of the pudding is in the eating of course, and my husband's simple crepe with lemon and sugar turned out to be rather better than my Highland crepe, which included boules of blackcurrant and coffee ice cream plus caramel, chocolate sauce, a gloopy cherry 'coulis' reminiscent of tinned pie filling and cream, all of which added up to a car crash on a plate, leaving the rather cold and chewy crepe the outsider. Simple is best."
