"Uh, once, actually. Thin pancake, right? I'm more of a burger and beer kinda guy." John could tell the other man was definitely the polar opposite in terms of taste. Maybe. Where Crichton was a country-guy at heart, Aziraphale seemed to like what his dad used to refer to as the finer things.
"Not exactly. Or at all, actually. I haven't been through them myself, but I'm told there are some doors in a building on the outskirts of town that lead to different places. Like places that aren't here. That's how they've been getting supplies in and stuff."
John had been meaning to test them out, but he hadn't gotten around to it, yet. "Maybe you can try 'em out and see if you can get to a place that has some crepes? Worth a look, right?"