The best breakfast I had in 3 days in Kathmandu 🇳🇵

During the first two mornings wandering Kathmandu, I either choked on momos from Thamel street stalls or stared blankly at dal bhat’s lentil soup—until the third day, lured by TripAdvisor’s "No.2 Breakfast in Thamel" tag, I turned into an alley scented with butter. Pushing open the wooden door of French Creperie, the "sizzle" of the bread oven hit me first. A blackboard on the wall listed daily specials; a French uncle in an apron flipped crepes with a long-handled spatula; a Nepali girl at the next table laughed while holding a latte; sunlight filtered through blinds, casting golden spots on the wooden tables. How could this be "No.2"? The moment I bit into the first bite of avocado toast, it became Thamel’s breakfast king in my heart. 🥑 A down-to-earth spot hiding the most healing mornings The shop is small, with only six tables, but it feels like a lively morning living room: an elderly European reading a newspaper by the window, a backpacker at the bar nibbling a crepe while checking a map, the French uncle’s daughter (who looks mixed-race) clearing dishes, laughing and responding to guests’ "thank you" in Nepali. The menu is handwritten, with the breakfast page curled from being flipped so much: crepes come in sweet and savory, the brunch section lists eggs Benedict, and even the coffee has options for "local milk/imported milk." I stared at the "avocado toast" line for three seconds—after two days of heavily spiced Nepali breakfasts, the combo of "avocado + spinach + fried egg" felt like a glass of ice water for my taste buds. When ordering, the uncle asked "how do you like your egg," and I blurted "runny yolk." He raised an eyebrow and smiled "good choice." Turning to get the lemon mint juice, I heard him shout to the kitchen "Toast for this lady—extra 30 seconds, baguette with crispy edges." 🍳 The avocado toast that "wins all": eating "healthy" with pure happiness When it arrived, the plate edge still had a hint of avocado green. The baguette toast was perfectly roasted—edges crispy enough to "crackle," but soft inside, soaking up all the sauce. The best part was the "rainbow layer" on top: Avocado mashed creamy, with a hint of black pepper spice, mixed with fresh spinach; the over-easy egg yolk, like melted sunlight, trickled down the bread’s 纹路 when poked with a fork; tomato slices thin enough to be translucent, their sweetness balancing the avocado’s richness—this wasn’t just "breakfast"; it was Kathmandu’s morning, crumbled and spread into bread. The lemon mint juice was even better: lime tang mixed with mint coolness, ice shavings finely crushed. One sip, and my throat—just warmed by the bread—suddenly felt refreshed. The girl at the next table, seeing me chug it, laughed "their mint is grown in the backyard, three times fresher than supermarket stuff." I chewed while watching outside: Thamel’s rickshaws just starting to run, a flower vendor squatting to arrange marigolds, sunlight stretching the bread oven’s shadow long. Suddenly, I realized that eating such "effortlessly delicious" food on a foreign morning is more meaningful than checking off any popular attractions—it has none of Nepali cuisine’s heaviness, nor (deliberate) showy sophistication. It just quietly says: "Start the day by feeding your stomach well." ☀️ As I left, the uncle slipped me a crepe to try At checkout, the bill was cheaper than expected: avocado toast + lemon mint juice, only about 30 RMB. Just as I was pushing the door, the French uncle chased out, handing me a mini crepe "Freshly made, hazelnut flavor—for the road." Walking out of the alley, biting the crepe, butter aroma mixed with sun warmth, I suddenly understood why this shop is repeatedly talked about despite being "No.2"—great breakfast isn’t about "being amazing"; it’s about making you think "today will be a good day" the moment you bite into it. If you’re in Kathmandu wondering "what to eat" in the morning, don’t hesitate—head to French Creperie: order an avocado toast with runny yolk, sit by the window and watch the world go by. Trust me, that crispy-edged goodness will let you remember Thamel’s gentlest morning. #ForeignersLoveFood #KathmanduFood #NepalTravel #NepaliBreakfast