I had a favourite my last evening in Paris: faux-filet
Cheapsteak but good.
Where’d everyone go?
When I was little, my parents operated a business that required them to feed and house their staff. One summer, at about 12 years of age, I worked in the staff dining room. One day when Salisbury steak was on the menu, I told my Dad that the cooks were pulling a fast one.....they were serving the staff hamburger patties covered in gravy, not real steak. The look on his face was priceless. ;-)