THE French crepe. So simple yet so delicious if done right. In England we seem happy to eat sweet crepes but good savoury ones are hard to find.

And for me this is a problem because I fell in love with them in Paris many years ago.

I was strolling along Boulevard Montmartre on my way the the Olympia for a concert when my rumbling stomach told me I needed to grab some food before a show. I saw a creperie down a side street and thought about how they are quick and therefore a good choice as I was short of time.

I was a crepe virgin but hungry so I went for the crepe complete. The French are very simple at times and the main choices were either a crepe with ham, a crepe with cheese, a crepe with both or then a crepe with both and then an egg too, which is a crepe complete.

So simple yet so delicious I thought as I walked along Boulevard Des Italiens, past all of the Bourgeoisie in their fancy restaurants. I was enjoying a snack for less than five euros which was gorgeous. So cheap, so simple yet so good.

So every time I saw crepes in England I would try one but they were never the same. The wrong cheese? The wrong ham? No egg? No creme fraiche? I suspected the problem was all three.

The next time I was in France I stopped at an E Leclerc supermarket near Evreux. They had a cheap looking restaurant attached which did not fill me with too much hope but they did crepes so I went for it. For about three euros again it was a delight.

As I sat there watching their strange travelator system for collecting used plates in my head I was back in Paris in the evening sun.

Back in England I would see more crepes for sale. Cute little vans at music festivals. Still no joy. After moving to Sussex I admit I’m yet to try one from the creperies in Brighton and Hove, I will do that soon. Until now I’ve been too scared to try another one in England.

What tempted me to try again this time was the fact that I’d heard a new creperie had been opened in Seaford by a Frenchman no less.

Le Creperie Chez Guillaume - the Creperie at William’s home to you and me - certainly looks cute, off the beaten track down a side street but conveniently close to the station for when commuters are let down by Southern. They only need to pop around the corner to where there used to be a fishing tackle shop.

There is barely room to sit down inside but it has a lovely table outside and is all decked out in French blue and white

On the lunchtime I visited there was a little queue - always a good sign, though I noticed they were all eating sweet crepes - what would their savoury version be like?

What suspense. My eyes scanned the menu on the wall. Quel Dommage! No Crepe complete! But I needn’t worry, Guillaume said he would be happy to do one for me, adding an egg to what his menu listed as La Classique- ham or salami with cheddar cheese.

I waited with baited breath though. Cheddar cheese? No Emmental? No mention of creme fraiche either. Exuse my self indulgency but I love crepes.

Anyway the crepes arrived and the verdict? Fantastic.

In my head I was strolling through the Jardin Du Luxembourg, arm in arm with Edith Piaf singing Je ne Regrette Rien.

We strolled all around the city, past the Eiffel Tour, up to Montmartre and the fell asleep by the Seine.

I awoke with a jolt after the last wonderful mouthful. I told Guillaume how good it was.

“Would you have liked your egg done more?” he asked.

No chance. The egg mixed with the other ingredients worked a treat. They put slightly under cooked eggs on their pizzas in France too, with prosciutto. That’s wonderful too. It’s basically an English breakfast on a pizza when you thing abut it, bacon and eggs.

Anyway it was a lovely crepe and they do other ones with Roquefort cheese and other options. There’s one with goat’s cheese and caramelised onions too, which sounds good. I’ll think about it but, then again - “A crepe complete again please Guillaume.”

He is now Guillaume Le Conquerant - as they call the historical figure in France. He is alive and well and has a place in Seaford. He has won another battle in Sussex.

He has conquered the crepe in England.