34THPARALLEL INDIE LITMAG DIGITAL & PRINT

Predominantly. I like that word. Predominantly.

It is not zee tortilla. 

It is zee French crepe!

THE ANGRY CREPES OF BELLEVILLE BY EDDIE P GOMEZ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 45

When I mentioned to the man that his crepes looked like giant flour tortillas, the kind that my mom made back home, he came out from behind the three round hotplates in his booth and began to bang on a metal table with his spatulas, the same spatulas that he’d just used to flip and fold my crepe. He was livid, had obviously missed the section at chef school that regarded customer service and positive business models.

“It is not zee tortilla, it is zee French crepe,” he yelled in the most irritating nasal groan ever communicated in the history of language. “It is not zee Mexique. It is French!”

He delivered the rest of his tirade in French, drowning out the noise of the passing traffic with the smack of his spatulas against the metal table.

I retaliated by cupping my hands around my mouth and yelling, “It’s a flour tortilla, bro!”

Life can be so beauitful and it can be so painful.

FACES BY FADWA AL QASEM 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 45


34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 45

THE ANGRY CREPES OF BELLEVILLE BY EDDIE P GOMEZ, FACES BY FADWA AL QASEM, REMEMBERING BABY BY KATHRYN BUCKLEY, EGGHEAD BY MANUEL IGREJAS, INTO THE DEEPEST SHADOW BY KAREN MASUDA, DRIVE SAFE BY NATHANAEL STOLTE & JJ, THE TIMES WE HAD BY EGLE MARIA PICHETTO.