Hum good, hum good, that’s what Crepeshop Jack’s are…

I think they forgot the “Ho-” prefix here.

Tastes like old socks.

The Nutella jars are a nice touch.

Batteries not included.

This what the early portrait photographers used to say, which explains the expressions in many of the early photos.

Hum my name,
hum my name,
hum my naa-eum.

Cheese crêpe!

If you can hum, you can tuna crepe.

crepey hum job.

Maybe they use HUMP (camel) cheese.

I’m glad it’s from Jack and not Dick.

There used to be a joint in Cavill Avenue, (Surfers) that had a machine which extruded continuous Crepes, They would cut it off in various lengths. Thus, you would have a rectangular or square Crepe on your plate.

WELL! They tasted just like they looked. I assumed they had spelt the name incorrectly. Iy should have been, The Craperie.

Eventually it went broke and vanished. Allah hu akbar!.

Om Mani Padme Hum.

What’s that sound?

The cheese is off… by about a semitone.