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Eating a New York City dollar slice at 2 a.m. when you're both drunk and hungry is one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. I miss that cheap cheese burning the roof of my mouth. I miss the chili oil dripping everywhere. I miss the rowdy, hole-in-the-wall pizza shops. I even miss the flimsy paper plates and tiny, useless napkins!
American food is actually extremely trendy in France right now, so you'll have no trouble finding good pancakes in Paris. But because of the hype, you'll also have to wait forever for it and pay $15 for a stack of three. All I want is to walk into a random diner, order a full breakfast with a stack of pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, hash browns, and coffee, all for $10. I also want a root beer float, but that's another story.
Trust the Americans to take one of the most high-key foods and make it low-key. In France, lobster is a treat for the rich or a special holiday. When I first heard about a sandwich filled with lobster, it seemed so decadent and wrong that it could only be right. Lobster rolls quickly became a staple of my New York summers. Maybe I'll treat myself to a homemade lobster roll if I win the lottery, but in the meantime, I still have the memories.
Fried is, hands down, the best way to eat chicken. There are a few American restaurants in Paris that have it on their menu, but it's never as good (or as well-seasoned) as the fried chicken I used to eat in US. And you won't even be able to eat it with waffles because, tragically, the French have yet to discover the beauty of that food combo.
Good BBQ is sometimes even hard to find outside of the South in the US, so it shouldn't be a surprise that it's almost impossible to get great brisket or pulled pork in France. And if you're looking for barbecue sides, like potato salad and baked beans, you won't find them here, either.
Sure, the pumpkin-flavored food craze that befalls America every fall borders on ridiculous. But pumpkin bread is delightful, and I wish French supermarkets would carry pumpkin puree instead of marshmallow fluff so I could still enjoy this treat at least once a year.
France obviously has excellent french fries (we also have very good burgers, by the way). What we don't have are fries covered in melted cheese, and I'm ready to declare this a national failure on our part.
Being reunited with baguettes has been one of the greatest things about moving back to France, but that doesn't mean I don't miss some American breads. Warm cornbread with butter is up there in the pantheon of all-time greatest foods, and I wish the American food trend in Paris would leave pancakes alone for a minute to focus on this instead.
This is probably the single thing I've craved the most. A good New York bagel smothered with cream cheese and covered with lox is the best cure for any bad day, or any bad hangover. It's hard to find great bagels outside of New York (although I'll settle for a Montreal bagel), so don't get me started on French bagels, which don't even deserve to bear that sacred name.