When I set out for lunch on Saturday, I was on a mission – introduce my husband to the food truck phenomenon and sate my ever-present burger hankering. Both objectives were met but not without tremendous stress. I’ll explain.
Two weeks ago, Paris by Mouth broke the news that another food truck had just hit Paris streets. When I read the name – Cantine California – I knew it was the one Kristin Frederick, chef-owner of the city’s first itinerant food truck Le Camion Qui Fume, told me about several months ago. Then, the only information she had sussed out about the mystery copycat was that its theme would be Californian and the menu would resemble her own but with a twist- burgers and Mexican food. How curious. I shrugged it off, convinced that Kristin’s bureaucratic suffering would deter any and all overeager food entrepreneurs from considering the truck as a viable option. I stand corrected. The American upheaval of the Paris food scene continues, time to compare.
I’ve been touting the virtues of Le Camion’s burger to Cédric, my fellow burger enthusiast, since my first bite back in early December but their hours and locations of operation don’t match his schedule and I’ve never…
