I went to crepe places a lot when I first moved to San Francisco. I’d go to Crepevine with friends from school or take my family to Squat and Gobble for breakfast when they came to visit. Creperies were very popular among white college students, I think because they were just different enough from the norm to feel slightly sophisticated and grown up but were not too far removed from familiar American diner food. I can’t deny that I enjoyed plenty of meals at creperies, but after a while I stopped frequenting the establishments. This was in part due to boredom, in part to a growing adventurous streak and in part to the realization that I could get better food at cheaper prices if I was willing to think a little outside the box. Anyway, all this chatter is to set up that I had never visited Honey Honey Cafe & Crepery until a couple weeks ago. I had taken note of it because it is on my route to work, it has a large pillar in front of the door with a simple face carved in it, and because of the name; I like to think it is named after the ABBA song. The day I finally decided to go I was taking a couple friends, Erin and Austin (pretty NSFW), to a late lunch before going to the movies. It happened to be the same day that I went to Moulin for breakfast, and the six cups of coffee I’d drunk there had me craving more. I figured a crepery would be a safe bet for good coffee, and my friends and I would all be able to easily find something we wanted to eat (in my experience crepery menus are fairly extensive).
Like many other crepe places, Honey Honey is counter service, which is not my favorite thing in the world. I always feel uncomfortable standing in front of the cashier staring at the big menu board (especially when the menu is so large) when I know the cashier just wants me to get the heck out of his/her face. Especially at a time like when we were there, when the place was nearly empty. I guess not having printed menus keeps costs down? Anyway, we ordered and gathered our drinks and picked a table by the windows.
Here’s Austin’s water. They have a neat thing they do with the water, they have two (or three, I can’t remember and I really wish I’d taken a photo) vintage-ey looking glass water coolers, one with orange slices and one with lemon slices (and maybe another one, I can’t recall). Pretty fancy. I don’t know which water Austin got, I got the orange slice water, it was very refreshing.
My coffee and Erin’s iced chai. The coffee delivered on my expectations for pretty good stuff and I was happy to find my caffeine craving gone after only one cup. The chai was unsuprisingly creamy and sweet with the flavor of honey and fragrant spices. Well, let’s say “comfortingly” instead of “unsurprisingly” shall we? Doesn’t that sound nicer?
Here’s Austin’s blintz. We were all rather taken aback when it arrived, I don’t think anyone was expecting this kind of presentation. I didn’t try it, but when I asked Austin if it tasted as good as it looked he said no. Because how could it? It was tasty, but the appearance of the plate trumped everything else.
Erin and I both ordered crepes. Erin got her Miami Heat crepe with potatoes. She said the crepe was nicely spicy. I wish I’d tried it because it sounds like a pretty delicious combination; cheddar, avocado, chicken, scallions and spicy hot sauce. These days, I love anything with scallions. I tried her potatoes and they were chewy-crispy and well salted. I could get in a lot of trouble with potatoes like those. I got fruit with my North Beach crepe. After I placed my order I had a bit of a WTF moment, if you will. It was kind of a weird thing for me to order, a crepe covered with hollandaise sauce? But I ended up enjoying it just fine, the crepe itself was good, not extraordinary but good, the chicken was tender and all the vegetables (onion, spinach and mushroom) were well cooked. The hollandaise sauce didn’t taste exactly as I remember hollandaise tasting, this sauce was slightly cheesy, but I still liked it. I was worried that with the swiss cheese inside it would be too cheesy, but I guess there’s practically no such thing. I love cheese.
I had a nice time at Honey Honey, mostly because I was with a couple of good friends, but also because it was familiar. It looked and tasted a lot like every other crepe restaurant I’ve been to in San Francisco. It’s not a bad thing. It’s also not something I feel a need to experience on a regular basis. If I were a person who didn’t go to work at 9am every weekday morning and I lived within a block of the place I could see myself hanging out here in the late morning or late afternoon. As I’m not, and I don’t, and there are better breakfast and burger and sandwich places closer to me, I’ll probably only be back when I get a mad crepe craving. Who knows, it could happen. Though their draft beer prices aren’t bad, and you know that can tempt a girl…
A quick word about the neighborhood; this is one of the nicest parts of the Tenderloin. It is kind of a stretch to call this the Tenderloin, I’d say. The streets are clean and there are grand buildings all around, hotels or the homes of exclusive clubs and societies. I was really tickled by a review I saw when I was checking Honey Honey’s yelp page last night; this particular reviewer said, although he thought the cafe was worthy of 4 out of 5 stars, he wouldn’t visit at night because “sketcherloin is not somewhere one should visit once the sun goes down.” HILARIOUS. He also said he wouldn’t because they’re probably not open, though their yelp page clearly states they’re open til 10pm. People. You have nothing to fear at Post and Taylor after dark, unless you are scared of douchebags who frequent bars like the Owl Tree or people walking home from shopping trips.
Honey Honey Cafe & Crepery
559 Post St