I stopped by Fumare at about 5:40 on Thursday night only to learn that the last Montreal-style hot pastrami sandwich of the day had been sold to the folks who were walking away from the counter just as we approached it. As I've learned from my bbq discipledom, there ain't nuttin' wrong with running out of hand-made product at the end of the day. Thankfully, though, Joan -- who was running the counter at the time -- offered us a sizeable sample of the last corner of meat, which was certainly not small but clearly not big enough to make a sandwich. I really liked it. It kind of reminded me of a cross between corned beef and pastrami. As others have mentioned, the spices were milder than those typically found on pastrami -- and it was cured -- which reminded me of corned beef but there was also an unmistakable and aromatic note of sweet smoke, which reminded me of pastrami. The entire chunk of meat was tender but not mushy at all. It broke apart with a gentle pinch against the grain. There was also a perfect amount of fattiness, which was visible as a sheen but not so over the top as to make it unpalatable.
I spoke briefly with Joan about the pastrami-making process. She told me that it's cured and smoked entirely in-house. Unfortunately, her husband Dick, who actually makes the pastrami, was not on hand to answer my barrage of questions. For example, I don't know what kind of wood is used, what kind of smoker they have or how long they cure it. I did learn that it's made from brisket, though. In any case, based on the sample I had, I think this is a really nice product and not since my beloved Kuhn's in Deerfield closed, have I found a "deli" meat like this in the Chicago area that's actually made from beginning to end in-house. I really look forward to returning and trying an entire sandwich.
Not wanting to leave empty-handed (but on our way to dinner), we grabbed some dry-cured sausages to take home. They're not made in-house but are sourced from a variety of local Chicago places where they do make their own. We bought some kabanoszy, landjaeger and beer sticks to name a few. I'l try to report back on those if my son doesn't snarf them down before I get a chance to taste them.
As for the French Market market itself, I wasn't particularly encouraged by the overall lack of traffic at what should have been a peak commuter hour. It was a bit ghost-town-like with decent activity at Fumare and brisk activity at Pastoral's outpost. Beyond that, though, there wasn't much going on. I think there's a cultural barrier that's, perhaps, keeping people from really digging into this concept. I also think that prices are a bit high at some stalls. For example, over my past few visits to the market, I've become addicted to Gramp's pickles and I picked up a couple jars on this visit but at $7 each (1-pint canning jars), as good as they are, it's understandable that they may not be moving so quickly. Don't get me wrong, there's some good quality here but not a lot of bargains, from what I've gleaned over my few visits.
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