I had a similar experience as Mr. Tucci, albeit sans Streep, in a bustling restaurant in the centre of Paris (As an aside, my Francophone spelling of centre has been spell-checked...twice now.) My wife ordered duck confit, and my son steak frites. Dad, wanting to appear an 'think-outside-the-box' diner, ordered the Andouillette, following the same line of reasoning as Mr. Tucci.
You can imagine my surprise.
While not casting as wide a culinary net as the learned author of Hexagon, I fancy myself possessed of a somewhat adventurous palate. With the Andouillette, however, I met my match; the best thing I can say about it is that it likely pairs well with one of Gwyneth's chocolates, although I can't confirm that to be true.
This is a scream! I don't want to eat any of it, but I have gobbled down the words with great gusto. I know exactly who to forward this to, too!
I had a similar experience as Mr. Tucci, albeit sans Streep, in a bustling restaurant in the centre of Paris (As an aside, my Francophone spelling of centre has been spell-checked...twice now.) My wife ordered duck confit, and my son steak frites. Dad, wanting to appear an 'think-outside-the-box' diner, ordered the Andouillette, following the same line of reasoning as Mr. Tucci.
You can imagine my surprise.
While not casting as wide a culinary net as the learned author of Hexagon, I fancy myself possessed of a somewhat adventurous palate. With the Andouillette, however, I met my match; the best thing I can say about it is that it likely pairs well with one of Gwyneth's chocolates, although I can't confirm that to be true.