The people demand more cute.

You guys. Crepes with ice cream. It doesn’t get better than that, does it? Thin pancakes, sweet toppings…

Today, I learned that it does. Behold, the cutest confection I’ve ever compulsively crammed into my mouth.

Oh my God, look at its little hat. I couldn't decide if the chocolate chips were feet or boobs.

Oh my God, look at its little hat. ¬†Also, I couldn’t decide if the chocolate chips were feet or boobs.

This is a “happy face crepe” from Belly Good Cafe & Crepes¬†(sounds vaguely racist, but I swear that’s the official name) in Japantown. The six-year-old girl in me had never been happier than when I first got my grubby hands on this thing. Its little jaunty expression, oh my goodness, it was almost too cute to eat. But then, I mean, obviously, I ate it. It was delicious. Soft crepe, green tea ice cream, red bean paste, and a little whipped cream for good measure. It was as good as it sounds.

While I could have eaten two, the other one is my friend's. Crepe friends being eaten by human friends?

While I could have eaten two, the other one is my friend’s. Crepe friends being eaten by human friends?

Seriously. I want to go all the time, for every meal. They had savory ones, too, so it’s totally fine. I wonder if they’d make a little creature out of canned tuna for me?