Celine Sargis, Staff Writer Walking into Crepe Daze, I had a clear vision in my mind of what it would be like: a typical French café, well, the American version of a French café. I imagined dark walls, little round table with two chairs on each side, and the smell of coffee in the air, kind of like a fancier Starbucks, but with a bitter short man at the counter with a funny mustache and an accent, rather than a… Read More »