Oh boy. You research and research when planning a trip. Sites to see, places to sleep. One thing I didn’t think I had to read into all that much was the food.
I mean. We’re in France. It’s all going to be delicious … right?
Last night, while in Epernay (we’re not in Paris anymore) we thought we’d try one of the local specialities - something we said we wanted to do as we traveled through the French countryside.
What did we try? Andouillette. I see this word and think “andouille,” a sausage that in the States I love. Well, in France, it’s totally fucking different - to put it in mild terms.
Chad and I both order the andouillette at dinner. We both love sausage. It arrives and is to us strangely bulky. But you know what? When in France! Right?
We cut in and it looks … well … different. And it smellls … well … different.
But I say - hey, I’m open minded and should give it a try. I gave it two tries. Two bites. And I just couldn’t do anymore. The texture. The taste. The smell. Not for me.
I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and brush my teeth.
I’m not going to go into detail about what French andouillette is. You can look that up for yourself. I just know that now I will be researching my food more carefully.