October 19, 2005
[Chopped Liver Sandwich]
The gehakte leber featured in this sandwich was purchased from a yiddish bakery in the Marais, called Florence Finkelsztajn. I was tipped off on their chopped liver by a fellow food enthusiast, and had to buy some when I walked by the store yesterday. The service was stiff and frankly contemptuous, which I've sadly come to expect from this little rue des Rosiers area, but I was prepared to bear it for a bit of chopped liver -- what does that say about me?
As I was very much pressed for time today, trying to work on several projects at a time while my thoughts already turned to tonight's party, a sandwich sounded to me (as it so often does) like the perfect lunch -- put together in a heartbeat and giving new meaning to the word "satisfying".
Perhaps my chopped liver sandwich would have been more culturally sound had I made it on a poppyseed bagel from the aforementioned store, but that one had already been accidently consumed for breakfast. No matter, I just ran downstairs to the boulangerie to buy a multigrain baguette (the Baguette des Prés I love so much), cut off a piece, sliced it in two, spread it with foie hâché, and threw in a few rounds of tomato for color and vitamin.
And I have to say, this chopped liver delivered: delightfully well seasoned and moist, with little chunks of hard-boiled egg and soft onions, it seems very much at ease in the nook of the fresh and crunchy baguette. Definitely worth taking a bit of service abuse.
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