The last time Julien and I ordered crepe in this restaurant at city hall, we were unpleasantly surprised, because they did not present the crepe like how it should be presented - flat. It was all rolled up like a tortilla. Some others fold crepe in quarters which isn't very presentable either.
Until we found this other restaurant along Princep Street, whose French owner is also our friend. Nicholas is his name, and this is as close as it gets to better than average crepe that we've had so far. There's even cider!
That was our Friday date night! Who wants to stop dating after marriage?!