Making the Sandwich Chic

Paris is a lousy place to grab a sandwich. Yes, it has gourmet restaurants like other towns have laundromats. Yes, you can still get a three-course lunch in a smoke-filled café for less than €10. But if you're someone who associates three-course lunches with three-hour afternoon naps, the available options are uninspiring. There's nothing to rival the delis of New York City or the sandwich bars of London, with their encyclopedic variety of breads, rolls and fillings. All too often in Paris, a sandwich means a length of flaccid baguette, a soggy slice of factory-farmed ham and a smear of margarine...