So much has changed in a decade. South Mumbai was once a daily commute; now it has fallen so far off my work and entertainment map that it took me seven months to visit the newest and best regarded of one of those things I'm very fond of; the very Gallic crepe.
I acquired a taste for crepes the proper way – cycling the streets of Paris. It was stoked to fever pitch at another city – San Francisco – where Ti Couz and Galette introduced me to the savoury alternative (alas, both have since closed doors). Mumbai had its crepe choices (a couple of chains too) but they were usually pedestrian so, when a few Frenchmen get together to open a creperie, tongues are bound to wag.
And here I finally was, on Saturday afternoon, at Suzette.
The location is tiny, hidden away in the depths of Nariman Point, the entrance a black narrow staircase beside another one that unfortunately leads to a men's loo. Once you have negotiated these rites of passage (and possibly taken a leak in the process) you fill find yourself in a space that could have been lifted straight from the streets of Soho, Manhattan. Chic and beautiful people fill stylish minimalist decor in a tiny tiny space. To add to the stereotypes, one of the partners is a soundly French-accented Pierre, while another is an investment banker.
Suzette's crepes are good; plenty of choices on the menu both sweet and savoury. The chicken-n-olive galette was nice, the Belgian chocolate crepe especially so; coffee was great, Wi-Fi was free, the fresh orange juice unsweetened for the more dedicated types. It's only flaws seem to be that inconvenient closure on Sundays and the barstools at the counter that could do with better footrests.
Mumbai is filling up fast with cosy, warm and very international options.