Crepes from the Gods by Michelle Ricciardi

The Greek island of Mykonos has a reputation of being a destination for fabulous nightlife.

However, it holds much more for travelers than nights full of parties. The crystal blue waters set the perfect stage to watch the sunrise from one of the hundreds of restaurants that face the port.

Wander down the white and gray stone roads and smells from shrimp risotto to pizza fill the tiny paths that wind uphill between the crisp, white squares of buildings.



Upon all of these delicious aromas, one particularly sweet scent of fresh baked waffles and crepes caught my attention.
As I walked into the shop, the owner and chef was delighted and greeted my friends and I with a warm smile. He stood behind the counter with a large, circular hotplate in front of him and a large pale of batter on the side.

One girl, Brianna, told him to "surprise" us with his own combination of crepe. His smile widened and replied that he is very happy when his customers trust him. He poured a small ladle of batter on to the plate and used a small wooden square with a thin handle to spread the battery evenly throughout.



After he flipped the crepe, he spread Nutella, white chocolate sauce, fresh sliced strawberries, and crushed Oreos and filed the crepe.

He topped it with a dollop of whipped cream and there I held a crepe the size of my face, warm and fresh, in my hands. Every last bite was worth the mess of sweetness the dripped all over my face as I ate it.


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Location:Mykonos, Greece