Ski towns are quirky places. A dishwasher or bus driver might have a phD, but works a job that allow for maximum powder day access. Parking can be a challenge, toddlers ski better than you do, men outnumber women, the bike on the roof rack is worth more than the car, we spend a week celebrating the Norwegian god of winter, and a bagger at City Market ran for mayor. These are every day ski town incidents. We are used to quirks.
But the line at Crepes a la Cart is one for the books. It often snakes down the block, with wait times up to an hour, in the cold, in the dark; other food options are available. Nevertheless, she persists. Is it the welcoming fire pit on the deck? The saliva inducing smell of the batter hitting the hot buttered grill? The occasionally surly employees? The convivial nature of the crowd? There is something to be said for a sweet or savory crepe, gingerly held in a mittened hand, steaming in the cold air. Rumors exist of vacation decisions being made around the sweet, sweet memory of these magical crepes. But the line, the line! It’s like a powder morning at 6 Chair, but on Main Street, and for a delicious crepe.
The crepe maestros at Crepes a la Cart recognized the need to bolster the crepe pipeline in Breckenridge and responded with a second location. It’s a bit tucked away, slightly difficult to find, and shared by whispers by those in the know. It’s long been a prep kitchen for the cart, and now open to hungry crepe-seekers. The intrepid can find it in the alley behind Ridge Street Wine. Technically, it's in the building that houses the post office and Breckenridge Market, but on the west side. When you think about it, the Crepe Kitchen is only a short distance from the original line that creeps towards crepes.
You know it's a quirky place when a line forms for street food in a predominantley winter resort. But even the local new reported on the easing of the great Summit County Crepe Shortage.
It’s a quirky place indeed. We wouldn’t have it any other way.