Vanilla Crepe

I was never a fan of crepe until we tasted one along Patong Beach in Phuket, just outside our hotel is a man with a big round crepe pan slowly levelling a white batter with its wooden tool. I admired his grace as he slowly turning the wooden tool from the center of the pan going outward, evenly flattening the crepe batter without even lifting or circling his arms around it. Crepe vendors there  are distinct, none of them are alike in style of cooking, tastes of crepe, flavors of syrups and presentations. Its like a pottery machine with your hands still allowing the machine to circle around it, but the outcome rely on one's graceful hands. I seldom saw such a beautiful skill and grace as I would reiterate .