
Quaint hub offering crêpes with fillings such as steak & cheese or chocolate & fruit.
Hours
| Monday | Closed |
| Tuesday | 9:30 AM–3 PM |
| Wednesday | 9:30 AM–3 PM |
| Thursday | 9:30 AM–3 PM |
| Friday | 9:30 AM–3 PM |
| Saturday | 9:30 AM–3 PM |
| Sunday | 9:30 AM–3 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 88 Dunn St, Oakville, ON L6J 3C7, Canada
Phone: +1 905-849-4999
Website: http://thecrepekitchen.ca/
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Will be there again soon!!
What keeps us coming back just as much as the food is the atmosphere that reminds us of Quebec city cozy cafes. The staff are kind and welcoming. They always make you feel like you’re visiting a familiar place, not just another restaurant. It’s rare to find that kind of warmth these days. It’s a little gem in Oakville that absolutely deserves its loyal customers
The atmosphere is cozy and welcoming, making it a great spot for both a casual brunch with friends or a relaxed solo treat The staff is warm, attentive, and always ready to recommend the best combinations if you can’t decide. Their French press coffee is exceptional served fresh to your table .
Overall, a fantastic experience from start to finish. I’ll definitely be coming back!
I think back to how I would normally do it, and I think of this outdated method of five stars and some words that sound right: “fantastic,” “delicious,” and whatnot; but I know that would be some sort of crime. My conscience just whispers: “No, no. We can do better than that.”
You see, this is only a review of the first bite, because within that alone, I was hit by a flavour combination so stunning that, on some mystic autopilot, I put down my knife and fork and clapped.
Just me and my friend in the restaurant, first through the door this morning; and there I was, quietly applauding before I’d even fully understood what had happened… at the edge of an out-of-body experience, watching myself do it.
I didn’t know exactly what I was clapping to; my hands were raised hovering over the crêpe in this slow, dawning recognition. Was I about to combine my hands in prayer but forgetting they had to stay together to do that? Was I applauding the kitchen staff, none of whom were looking at me? Or was I just buffering while I thought: “Why am I meta-thinking a crêpe bite?”
Thankfully, the restaurant’s cuckoo clock began striking ten, and by the final chime, I’d somehow “integrated” again (as I assume wellness influencers are fond of saying).
Startled by the whole sequence (and made more surreal by my friend now talking about somewhere called Alberta wanting independence from Canada while still being IN Canada???), I looked back at the minus-one-bite crêpe with the same instinct people once had when they’d stand before art that amazed.
See, back when effort was visible as the work of an artisan’s hands, not AI; back when people dressed in formal clothing every time they left the house; and back when art galleries were still places of awe; when a visitor was truly touched by a hanging piece, men would literally take off their hats while standing before the enframed entrapturment that took their breath away.
Perhaps, I wondered (while my friend moved on to telling me, “Albertans can forget about keeping the Canadian passport”), perhaps… my clap was a modern culinary version of that gesture?
But I must confess even that doesn’t capture how good that bite was. So I had to delve deeper and something clicked into place. I suddenly remembered: ‘I have been here before’ and knew even then there was something Priestly about this place.
Last time, I knew the food deserved more than five stars — but writing a review felt impossible; an instinctive inertia impelled itself upon me as I gazed at the door hanging on the wall (yes, an actual door) and heard the beautiful familial story behind it from the owner. Something in that moment told me there was more to come. So I waited.
And this morning, when that jaw-stopping, fork-dropping, clap-inducing moment arrived, I finally understood what I was meant to say and how. In honour and homage to this land of Loonies, Toonies, and the eternally missing 50 cents, I’ll lean on animation to deliver the point:
If you want any idea of what I’m talking about, rewatch Ratatouille and remember the critic’s reaction to Remy’s final meal.
It’s that.
Anton’s Ego had to go.
Abra ka dabra.
Magic indeed.
Took a peak at the staff working the kitchen and they are extremely organized and clean.
Wonderful spot!
no photos as we jumped right in and finished our plates even before realizing we forgot to snap pictures.
I recommend the savoury crepe “Chicken Fajita” and the sweet crepe “We’re Jammin’”.
The price is totally worth it!!
10/10.
I didn’t like that you had to order and pay upfront at the cashier.
Lastly, the SHAMELESS Tipping options 20%, 25% and 30% (Yes!! 30%!!) considering that you have to go pay yourself…
We almost left the place.
This has to change. The Tip is already bigger because of the inflation. Adding Tip inflation on top of that.. is disgusting.
Too bad because the atmosphere and the staff are outstanding.
Staff is very friendly and welcoming!