
Along with a number of other tasty ‘French’ choices I spotted ‘escargot’ on the special blackboard. Being almost fluent in French, I immediately knew an opportunity had again arisen to try snails. Just as I was planning to order them, I had the traumatic experience of watching as a waiter approached the blackboard and wrote ‘sold out’ across my chosen dish. As he passed our table I asked if he had ‘frogs legs’, but he insisted he always walks like that. He did however tell me he had ‘bouillabaisse’. I suggested a trip to the doctors might sort that out, but with immense patience he explained that he was referring to a traditional Provencal fish stew originating from the port city of Marseille. As I felt my wife’s eye’s burning holes in my face, I decided that would suit me fine… and it did. I wonder what other French delights are going to appear next!
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