Y’all don’t know how hard it is bein’ one of the few guy bloggers here in Paris. I gotta compete with other guys who know tons more about all this crap than I ever will plus I got the extra pressure of all these women blogging about macaroons and scarves…and I don’t like macaroons, plus (shhh) I’ve never even worn a scarf in my entire life as a human bean.
So I’ve decided to “spice” up Paris Inspired with bad trailer park puns and recipes to smoke out female readership with those smells a-waftin’. Tonight, I present Kebab-Frites Pizza.
For those of you unaware of my culinary vocabulary, “Kebab” is the Parisian word for a hunk o’ mutton (probably; at least I like to think it’s mutton) whose shavings are placed in stale pita bread with soggy french fries (that’d be the frites part of the show) on top. The Kebab-Frites is the height of French cuisine for me and no matter how much you may insist to the contrary, it is French cuisine for me. My favorite American food is pizza (yes, it’s American–there’s a reason they call it Pizza Hut and not Pizza Capanna, am I right?). So during my Trailer Park Paris staycation, I decided to combine the best of both worlds into one delicious bilingual meal.
For you monologists, a kebab-frites is a gyro with stale pita bread and fries on top (for the Americans), or a fish and chips with lamb instead of fish and a pita instead of a newspaper (for the Brits). Either way, it tastes pretty darn good on pizza.
Kebab-Frites Pizza
- Difficulty: 2 horseshoes (don’t try it if you drunk more than a 6-pack)
- Price: A 12-pack (medium)
- Serves: 2 sober guys (or 1 drunk guy but keep him away from the oven)
Ingredients:
- Frozen kebab meat
- Already made pizza crust
- Already made tomato sauce (with olives if you like them or mushrooms if you like them but not with meat even if you like it ’cause there’s already enough on the pizza as it is)

- Oven fries
- One of those French bricks of mozzarella cheese
- At least one 8.0 Royal Club beer (8% alcohol)
Optional:
- Crushed red peppers
- Pizza Hut spicy oil in a plastic pack
(Just a note that, except for the ‘optional’ crap, pretty much everything here is available at Leader Price. If you wanna take the risk and buy better quality stuff, don’t come crying to me if it all goes to hell. )
Disclaimer
Just because I survived eating this (and found it really freaking good), doesn’t mean you will. If you get sick from eating this garbage, Paris Paul and the Paris Inspired cannot be held responsible. I’m irresponsible, is what I’m saying—y’all should of known better than to listen to me in the first place.
Directions
- Open up and start drinking the Royal Club beer. Trust me, you wanna be drinking when you make Kebab-Frites Pizza. (Hopefully you put the brewsky in the fridge a while ago because that stuff is nasty when it’s warm.)
- Preheat the oven to whatever degrees it says on the bag for the oven fries. [Note: I accidentally got "Rustic fries" because they were out of "allumettes fries" and apparently "allumettes" means "skinny" in French because they're normaler than the thick ones. Anyway, my recipe turned out OK, but I think it would of been better with skinny fries.]

- While the oven’s preheating, shred the mozzarella cheese.
- ‘Cause it took so long to shred the cheese, the oven should be ready for the fries so put ‘em in. Set the timer for at least 5 minutes longer than what it says on the bag because them’s some lying bastiches with broken watches that write stuff for bags.
- While the fries are cooking, unroll the already made pizza dough.
- Oh yeah, I forgot, you should of done this step before so maybe it should be Step 4½, or I guess you could still do it now. Put the kebab meat (but not the plastic bags with the rock hard frozen pita bread that you can throw away for all you’ll be needing it for this recipe) in a no-stick pan and start heating your meat on a high setting until it starts sizzling, then turn it down a notch or two.
- Spread the already made sauce on the pizza and sprinkle most of the mozzarella on top, but not all of it because you’ll be needing like a handful or a little more later.
- Is the meat sizzling yet? Stir it a little. You wanna cook it so it’s not too too cooked because you don’t want it to get too crunchy on the pizza. If you cook it the exact length of time it says on the bag then it should be just underdone enough.
- Hopefully the fries are done now, too. If not, no big deal just turn the burner for the meat off and cover the pan so no germs can get on it while you wait. This is also a good time to have some more beer.
- When the fries are crispy but not burnt, take them out of the oven and let them cool while you scoop the meat on tip of the pizza. Whatever you do, don’t let the way it looks freak you out.
- Quick put the fries on top before you get too freaked out.
- Scatter the rest of the cheese on top and stick it back in the oven. (I forgot to tell you not to turn the oven off, but if you’ve been following what I told you then you didn’t anyway, but then you should pro’lly go and make sure the burner from the meat is turned off.)
- Put the pizza in the oven for however long the pizza crust package said you should. Plus 5 minutes, I bet (the bastiches).
- Take it out when it looks as good as this.
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If you feel like it and you got it lying around, you could add some crushed spicy red pepper and some of that Pizza Hut hot oil in a pack that you can only get in France.
Digestion
You may wanna wait to try this when you got a couple days ahead of you, like a staycation or something. And it might be a good idea to keep a selection of Uncle John’s Bathroom Readers on hand or any other literature you like for the toilet just in case.
Click here if you’re not ready to leave the Trailer Park just yet.







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Paul, you are really gonna reel in the lady readership with this recipe. It may be tough being a Paris man blogger, but you’re taking the right approach by showcasing your mad cooking skills. Throwin’ some meat and fries on a pizza — and in just 15 easy steps to boot! I know what mama’s cookin’ tonight!
MJ,
I know, right? I think I’m just gonna sit back now and let the lady readership wash over me. Uhm, you know what I mean.
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
“If you wanna take the risk and buy better quality stuff, don’t come crying to me if it all goes to hell.”
HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh sweetie, this post reminds me of why I love you so damn much.
This is awesome. Hilarious, and just what I needed to read after my Ranty Pants post about the love/hate relationship I have with the city. And yeah, folks, I did try it, even tho’ it was guaranteed to make me sick because of the wheat and dairy in it! That’s what love does.
I could not have passed up a chance to give this a try! It was really, really tasty.
Hi babe,
Thanks for having my back! Glad it brought you a smile. I’m gonna have to try it again soon, ’cause writing about it gave me a real hankerin’ to try it again.
See you in the shower,
Paris Paul
Paul are you cook by profession? If you are then i would surely say its great recipe. Kebab is so yummy. Any Kebab item tastes so good. Just sit with Beer in hand and you can survive any Spicy food. Sad we don’t have Pizza hut here.:(
Hi Cheap!
Nope, not a cook by trade…hard to believe, isn’t it. I couldn’t agree more about the Kebab philosophy and the beer recommendation. As for Pizza Hut, all you have to do is build it and they will come.
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
The finished product looks so much better than the “stomach sneeze” version (and that’s a first-read for me–did you invent that clever euphemism?! Impressive!). Just today I bought some vegan cheese at Loving Hut (right after three teenage boys came in and robbed a customer) so with a few modifications, I think I could actually make this at home myself!
Oh. Wait. That won’t work on two hot-plates, will it? I think we’re going to have to spring for a four one of these days. Soon.
On a semi-related note, and as someone who’s lived in Paris a lot longer than I, can you explain the mystery behind the leftover fries at the kebab places? Every time I walk past a place with outdoor seating, inevitably, someone has left the equivalent of two big man-fists full of frites on their plate.
Have you ever walked away from fries? Do you know anyone who has? I haven’t, and I don’t! Maybe that’s how the French stay so thin ….
LOL! Yes, Aurelia, I’m afraid ‘stomach sneeze’ is one of my creations. Sorry to hear about the robbery, but glad you got your cheese. Actually, you only need one hot plate (for the beef or whatever you’d replace that with) and an oven which you could cycle the fries and then pizza through. Let me know if you try!
It certainly is a mystery why someone would leave fries on a table. But, as I’m like you and can’t walk away from fries, I always walk over and eat them before they get taken away. (Kidding!)
See you in the streets, Aurelia
Paris Paul
The ‘missus’ is in for one hell of a treat! Looking forward to destroying my guts with this cheeky little recipe!
Ross!
Thanks for stopping by, brother. You might wanna be careful about serving this to the ‘missus’ as she won’t be a ‘missus’ much longer afterwards (she’ll either dump you or die from this, but either way she’ll leave you).
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
A agree, a Kebab-pizza like this one can certainly be eaten with pleasure, like a normal pizza, a hamburger, sushis…. I only hope that some of the traditional more typical French eating places will survive!
Thanks for stopping by, Peter!
I see what you mean about the threat to traditional French cuisine. I’ll do my best to keep this under wraps if you will!
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
Hi Paul,
My first reaction upon seeing this big fat lump of gunk at the top of the page when I popped over to Paris Inspired was indeed to practically stomach-sneeze. No, sorry, I wasn’t clear. I don’t mean your picture on the right, I mean the pizza snap on the left. Right.
So I can’t say, even after 17 years of bizarre Paris-based adventures, that I have ever had even the faintest idea of putting freedom fries on a pizza. So 9 and a half out of 10 for originality for you then! (I never give full marks – you might just stop trying..)
I also wanted to say THANKS! for the cool pics you sent me of you having fun with the Paris Set Me Free bookmarks you won on my Paris Photo Quiz site which is, I believe, very complementary to le tien.
Feel free to surf on over to your page of glory right here, right now, if you wish, and feel free to mention it on your wonderful blog, etc.
See you under the lights…
Hi Sab!
I’m not sure I agree, the picture on the right can be pretty stomach sneeze inducing itself, as you know all too well. The 9 1/2 out of 10 cracked me up as I have 2 kids in French public school and perfection in France, as we all know too well, is apparently unattainable! You’ve been here too long, brother.
I’d like to send the thanks back atcha. Thanks to you and your post, I’m bound to be famous! I posted the link over at Paris Inspired Photos if you want to check it out.
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
Sorry, what seemed like a Funny Joke when I wrote it really late last night now seems pretty lame (the lump of gunk bit above!!). Feel free to delete!
Sab
Don’t think too much, brother! That dry English wit is why we love you so much…
Paris Paul
Ok, so the actually meal made me feel a little nauseated but I LOVE your writing style and enjoy this blog. Don’t quit cuz you’re a guy, it’s a selling feature!!!
Hi Jennifer,
Thanks so much for the lovely compliments. I’m glad you enjoyed the post and hope you’ll stick around for the next ones.
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
Adore scarves and own far too many for someone who lives in a sweltering climate. Strongly dislike macaroons ~ aren’t they over yet? I didn’t read through the entire recipe (just had lunch and want to keep it), and even though I love, love, love pizza and love, love, love french fries almost as much, I don’t think the two should marry (or have children ~ just in case you were thinking of varying this recipe in the future
But kudos for clever.
Stomach sneeze…Sab, you’re a pip
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Hi there!
I’m glad you got a laugh out of the “pizza” piece
. BTW–and sorry to toot my own horn but if I don’t, no one else will!–Sab was quoting my caption to a photograph in the post. For better or worse, “stomach sneeze” is my own bastard brain child, lol.
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul
PS Yes, isn’t it sad, macaroons are still the new black.
And believe you me… I would never, but NEVER want to be known for ever more and a day and the person who invented the term ‘stomach sneeze’. Indeed, it would threaten to eclipse, nay, smother my entire body of work up to this point and beyond. Not a pleasant thought. ‘Stomach sneeze’, and any other variation on the theme for that matter, Dear Paul, is alllllll yours :-C#
Great post! We will be linking to this great post on our website.
Keep up the great writing.
Thanks so much Dominick, I’m flattered! Any idea when the link will appear on the France24 website?
See you in the streets,
Paris Paul