The worst crepe I've ever eaten and I blame it on my wife

We are in Walnut Creek, CA. My wife and I just finished dinner. We had Japanese. This place was horrible so I was still itching to get some decent eats. I was not happy. During our stroll back to the car, I began lecturing her (actually it was more like whining) about how we should never go to restaurants that are in the Entertainment Book, "Honey, these restaurants are in the Entertainment Book because they suck. The only way they can get customers in the door is with discount coupons. We're not buying these books again. It's a waste of money. Wait, we should buy it so we know which ones to avoid..."

I'm on a roll. I'm excelling at being a total brat. I'm going on and on and on and just as my wife was going to plug her ears I fall silent. My jaw drops to the ground because I see Crepes A Go Go.

We didn't have dessert yet!

I am a Buddhist reaching Nirvana. I am a Muslim at Mecca. I am a Christian standing on a beach who just saw Mother Mary in the billowing waves. I AM A MAN WHO JUST HAD A CRAPPY DINNER AND REALIZED HE CAN SALVAGE THE NIGHT WITH A GOOD DESSERT!

I love Crepes A Go Go - particular the one in San Francisco. It's time to give the one in Walnut Creek a try. I think I started skipping. I turned to my wife and said, "Honey we are having crepe for dessert." She replied, "I don't like dessert crepe, besides I'm too full right now."

I did the right thing - I ignored her and dragged her into Crepes A Go Go. I ordered a Fresh Strawberries Nutella Crepe. I asked her what she wanted and she said, "I told you I'm not eating anything..."

Fine, your loss honey...

We sat down and the waitress brought us the crepe.

I am Al Gore winning the Nobel Peace Prize.

I started digging into the crepe. I was tearing it apart and shoving it down my throat like a lion who's having his first meal in a month. I am the King of the Beast. Then I realized something - I was the only one with a Nutella goatee. My wife looked completely dejected watching me eat. I wiped off my goatee and offered her a piece.

She looked at me and said, "I told you I'm too full to eat anything right now and I also told you I do not like dessert crepe."

What?! Are you high?! You don't like dessert crepe?!

Of course I didn't say that to her, but it's what I was thinking. I insisted and proceeded to offer her a piece of the crepe again. She just shook her head and I realized something...

It doesn't matter how good the food is if I can't share it with my wife - it's only good if I can enjoy it with loved ones. The crepe didn't taste good anymore. I couldn't take another bite.

Thanks wife. You totally ruined it for me. I am a cockroach trying to making my way in this world and you just crushed me with your sandals.

[Crepes A Go Go: 1432 N. Main St., Walnut Creek, CA 94596, (925) 944-5790]