The England of my youth was still culturally Protestant. So we had no truck with the French Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) , or the Spanish Carnival (Farewell to Meat). None of that Catholic stuff! But we knew about Shrove Tuesday and the custom of eating pancakes on that day. Mum would make a huge number of pancakes - just once a year. But it was not until I came to live in the U.S.A. that I realised that our U.K. Pancakes were in fact CREPES . I learned it the hard way as I attended Church sponsored Pancake Dinners on Shrove Tuesday; then and there to eat the ghastly mess which Americans call Pancakes. It's like eating a kitchen sponge drowned in Maple Syrup! I wanted Crepes today. With that in mind I stopped at the French owned and operated "C'est la Vie", on Main Street, SRQ. on my way home from my morning walk with Zion at Bayfront Park. I knew enough to honour the French custom of greeting the owner/waiter with "Bonjour, comment ca vas" befo...