French Crossroads: American-ish in Paris

Of hamburgers and football, and not the one played with a round ball.

The lunch in Paris’ Le Marais neighborhood started innocently enough. We looked at the chalkboard menu and all decided to get the faux filet with pepper sauce. Alas, when we cheerfully placed our order, the waitress informed us that was yesterday’s plat du jour (Je m’excuse!), and that today’s special was some roasted chicken thingy.

So, I hastily glanc…