Parisians have been welcoming an influx of foods coming from a few unexpected shores for a number of years now – tacos, hamburgers,tortillas, banh mi in mobile form, and now, pastrami. I’ve never seen anyone with a more far-away look of longing than my French partner after recounting a giant pastrami sandwich in New York wood bookcases, piled high on soft rye bread. On a tip a few years ago, someone sent us to Coffee Parisien for his fix. And he was so irked with the thin, wan slices of pastrami between the bread that he walked over to the kitchen and told them they were doing it all wrong. (And now you know why I have to be on my toesaround here all the time mothers day flowers deliver!)
However there was no need for that at Freddie’s Deli. Located in a charming little square, you’ll find the white tiled storefront craft embellishment storage, the brainchild of Kristin Frederick, who launched the burger and food truck craze in Paris with Le Camion qui Fume.