Until now, the only American food I’ve tried here in Paris has been 1) Made by myself, 2) Purchased at one of the overpriced American stores here in Paris or 3) Served at Breakfast in America. Nothing against giant pancakes and eight euro Oreos, but this wasn’t the American food I was missing: as a New Yorker, the things I miss the most here in Paris are things like scrambled eggs and lox and bagels with cream cheese.
When I finally decided to try out Schwartz’s, I knew I would have to pick my dining companions carefully: I’ve been missing good pastrami so much that I might have been tricked into loving something that wasn’t actually that great. I decided to bring two friends: Alex, a Parisian who had never tried Jewish food at all, and Matt, a fellow expatriated American, this one raised on chicken soup and matzo brei.
I knew immediately
what I would be ordering: the pastrami sandwich had “the best” written under it in big red letters, so that was first on my list. In the end, Matt and I both decided to get the pastrami as well as a bowl of matzo soup to start. Alex decided to go with what he knew and get a burger: the Schwartz’s burger to be exact, complete with smoked duck, a fried egg, mushrooms and cheddar cheese.