Crepes du Nord, in the Financial District, positions itself as a Franco-Scandinavian fusion restaurant. We get the French part, and there were plenty of Swedish accoutrements on display, including the waitstaff, but we never really figured out how a shrimp-and-avocado crepe or a prosciutto crepe with ricotta and arugula checked the Nordic box. But once the food came, we weren't motivated to inquire about the patrimony of the ingredients. We just wolfed it down, though of course we managed to save room for dessert --- a Nutella and berry crepe with vanilla bean ice cream. Wherever it's from, we'll have seconds.