“In France, when you’re in preschool they teach you how to make crepes,” says Allassane Sankare, explaining the source of his crêpier training. He is standing behind a hot round pan in the alley next to the cocktail lounge Pour Vous. Anyone familiar with this upscale Hollywood haunt, or any of its sister establishments under the umbrella of Houston Hospitality Group (La Descarga, Harvard & Stone, No Vacancy, Dirty Laundry, Good Times at Davey Wayne’s, etc.) knows that each venue goes to great lengths to commit to its theme.

“In all of our cocktails, we use French spirits,” general manager Francois Vera explains. There are also Moulin Rouge–style burlesque dancers on the weekends. But perhaps the most transportive part of the trendy club is located in the alley behind it, where a vintage trolley car is parked and the scent of cooking crepes wafts through the air. The smell sends you to Paris and a little closer to sobriety.

The crepe stand isn’t Pour Vous’ first attempt to bring French fare to the club. There was an unsuccessful attempt to serve oysters to the late-night crowd. Then one night Sankare, who grew up in Paris and mastered crepe making in Brittany, strolled in as a guest to the bar. After mentioning his abilities, he was invited to set up shop in the alley Thursday through Saturday nights.

Hungry patrons can choose from a menu of savory and sweet crepes. The most popular, the Gary (named after one of the bouncers who apparently likes to eat eggs on everything), is filled with spicy sausage, turkey bacon, fried egg and cheese. There’s a Mediterranean version with French tapenade and a vegetarian option with spinach and artichokes.

Sweet crepes are filled with Nutella, truffle chocolate, peanut butter and jam, or lemon and sugar. Take a break from the noisy DJ inside and find a seat in the trolley car to enjoy your folded French treat. They are all $8, cash only, and worth every penny.

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