I’ve recently discovered an empty hole in my heart (and appetite). While I praise the French for their perfectly baked breads and soft ripened cheeses, there has been something missing. That lost piece of the puzzle is fried chicken, y’all.
Until a few weeks ago, I had been dying to try the recently buzzed-about, Verjus Sandwich. Wine bar by night and sandwich monger by day, Verjus offers a small lunch menu four days a week. For 15 euro, you get your choice of sandwich, dessert and drink. On the list of three mouth-watering sandwiches is the Bakesale Betty. That’s fried chicken, cabbage slaw with shallots and parsley and spicy mustard viniagrette. Well I’ll be damned, it tasted like an upgraded, Parisian Chick-fil-A sandwich and one that I devoured under one minute. And it shall be consumed again and again.
Due to limited seating and our group of five, we had to get our sandwiches to go. Verjus is conveniently located next to the beautiful Jardin du Palais-Royal – probably the most elegant picnic spot in Paris. Even with the storm clouds rolling in, we plotted ourselves down next to the fountain and opened our to-go bag to find five perfectly wrapped sandwiches. It took us no time to finish off our Bakesale Bettys and Mr. Chang’s Buns. And I can’t forget the cherry on top if it all: the brownie. A chocolate-y brick of goodness that tasted as sweet as America.