My friend Namratha has an idea: She wants to start a chain of French taco restaurants in the United States. Namratha, who recently found herself out of a job, is young. Like many young people, she is full of big ideas.
One of the biggest is NP's Tacos Français. French tacos are all the rage in France, she says. She spent nine months in that country, returning here only a few months ago.
With all of France's many charms — including a boyfriend whose name I don't know, so I like to think of him as Jean-Pierre — the thing that stuck with her the most are French tacos. You wouldn't think French tacos are a thing. She assures me that they are.
She assures me that French taco chains are found all over France, like so many wedges of comte cheese and bottles of superb, inexpensive red wine. She also assures me that French tacos are neither French, or at least not culinarily French, nor are they tacos. A French taco is more like a wrap.
The inside is based on any sort of meat you want. Chicken seems to be especially popular, including chicken cordon bleu, but you can also get ground beef, doner kebab or lamb sausage. Namratha has a friend who uses tandoori chicken at his French taco restaurants.
One chain, with the unlikely name of O'Tacos, offers falafel. Also inside the wrap are french fries, rather like Pittsburgh's famous Primanti Brothers' sandwich. I don't happen to like Pittsburgh's famous Primanti Brothers' sandwich, because the french fries diminish the taste of the res.
