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Dieters and carbophobes should avoid Mon Repas (“My Meal”), a tiny Belgian crêperie in the West Village, because the smell of freshly baking waffles and sizzling crêpes is irresistible. That’s all this narrow, yolk-yellow shop, with barely a dozen stools at its few counters, offers. There are two varieties of each: regular crêpes and their Breton brothers, buckwheat galettes; and square Belgian waffles and their curly-edged cousins, called Liege waffles, filled with apples and cinnamon. Sweet toppings include Nutella, fruit, and ice cream, plus a few unexpected goodies, like mascarpone and raspberries. Savory fillings, just for crêpes, run the gamut—from prosciutto, Parmesan, and egg in the Bruges to salmon, mozzarella, and dill in the Bastogne—though they can seem more like a series of ingredients than a cohesive stuffing. Still, the crêpes, especially the buckwheat, are buttery-fine, and the lunch special, which gets you a filled crêpe, a salad, fruit, and water, is as good—and good-smelling—as any deal you’re likely to find. — Melena Ryzik

Staffed by only one or two people, the shop sometimes makes waffles in advance, and they get stale easily. If you ask, they’ll bake yours fresh.

Chimay galette, $7; Nutella crêpe, $5

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