Grand Marnier

A friend and I were strolling through the Christkindlmarkt this afternoon, looking around for Christmas presents. At the end of our walk through, I decided to get a crepe to eat. Looking down the list on the side of the stand, I couldn't decide which type I wanted. I spotted a "Grand Marnier" at the very bottom of the sweet crepes list, and we both agreed that I should go for it, though neither of us had any idea what it was. But I like to throw a dart at the dartboard with my eyes blindfolded as far as trying new foods.

Standing before the crepe master and his pan, both of us watched to see just what sort of grand piling of ingredients would go on my crepe.

Start with some melted butter...

... Generous sprinkle of sugar...

... Generous sprinkling of some kind of alcohol...?

And then I suddenly realized, he is DONE. That man is folding the crepe.

Lesson learned: Grand Marnier is a strong alcohol.
Experience briefing: The crepe is folded. When you start at the edge, it's not so bad. But towards the center where the layers are thick, it took me a slightly longer endeavor to finish it off, particularly if you can smell the scent of rubbing alcohol coming off of your crepe corner by the time you get that far. An amusing experience, but I will go with the strawberry-banana-Nutella crepe again next time.