French Touch - Manhattan Beach — Restaurant in Manhattan Beach

From the moment I stepped into French Touch, I was captivated by its warm and inviting atmosphere. The owner, Nate, has truly poured his heart into this space, creating not just a restaurant but an experience. His attention to detail in the design is breathtaking, blending elegance with a cozy, Parisian charm that instantly makes you feel at home.

Beyond the ambiance, the craftsmanship of the crepes is something I’ve never experienced before. The texture is delicate yet rich, with a signature taste that sets it apart from any other crepe I’ve had. Each bite was a perfect balance of flavor and artistry, whether sweet or savory. The savory crepe I tried was incredibly satisfying, filling me up while still feeling light and fresh.

But what truly made this visit special was Nate himself. His kindness and passion for his craft shine through in every interaction. He treats every guest like family, ensuring that each experience is nothing short of exceptional.

I can’t wait to come back and indulge in more of these incredible crepes! Thank you, Nate, for creating such a beautiful space and sharing your passion with all of us. French Touch is truly a hidden gem...

This is the perfect stop for a snack while you’re shopping at Manhattan Village. Parking is ample and even includes charging through EVGo or Chargepoint in the structures. I was immediately greeted as I walked into the corner store located inside the East indoor mall right across from the Apple store.

I got the build your own crepe with three toppings, although I was tempted by the many other offerings including the Bubble Waffle which I’m looking forward to trying next time.

The freshly made crepe was loaded with fresh fruit: strawberries, bananas, and blueberries. To top it off, the presentation was splendid and service was pretty quick even with orders...

I just ordered a latte here. When I finally got it, it was fine; but when I ordered it from the lady who took my order, she didn’t proceed to make it. She went back to cleaning the grill, which I guess is the grill that they fry the crêpes on. I couldn’t figure out why she made no effort to prepare my coffee drink. While cleaning the grill, she was facing away. Soon, another employee walked into the store, and I told him I had ordered a latte, and he proceeded to make it. But the lady from whom I ordered the latte never did get involved. I didn’t understand it! Maybe she felt that if I didn’t order a crêpe, it wasn’t worth it to prepare my coffee?...