Crepes and Waffles
Chain establishments are pretty much impossible to write about objectively. By their very definition, these businesses have experienced remarkable success. This makes them ripe for hyper-critical judgment. It’s so much more gratifying to extol the many virtues of your gritty, undiscovered hole-in-the-wall than to begrudgingly acknowledge that Bogota’s McDonald’s experienced an epiphany of deliciousness when it added arequippe to the McFlurry. I mean, who wants to admit that? Not to mention, people know. They’ve all been, they’ve already tasted, they’ve long made up their minds.
But last night, I learned Crepes and Waffles – the delicious and ubiquitous South American restaurant chain – has something besides a scrumptious smoked salmon salad on offer. We had a few friends over for dinner, and they told us about Crepes and Waffles’ admirable (noble?) business plan. Simply, they only hire single women, head of households. Que increible! This is the sort of Colombian quirk reminding one that we are no longer in the land of endlessly politically-correct regulating. Clearly, this sort of thing wouldn’t fly in the US.
But you know, I like it. And I love their crepes – the endless variations, the sweet and gooey goodness. And their ice cream is, apparently, just about the best in the whole country. With locations all over town, Crepes and Waffles was already an obvious choice. Now that I can feel good about supporting local working women, it’s become somehow yet more appetizing.