Some years ago I was working for a company that had a factory in France, they gathered a group of us mainly Brits to go there for a week. Every day in the works canteen, 3 course meals with wine and the usual jokes about French cuisine. Come Friday they serve us their equivalent of sausage and mash, we could smell it as it left the kitchen, as the 4 of us were about to tuk in and try it I said you know that horse we have been eating all week? well it must have had a big cock because we've all got 6 inches of it. The CLANG of 6 knifes and forks hitting the plates could be heard through out the canteen.
Funnily enough a lot of people, including some French I know, think that British cuisine is better these days. Have you been to France recently? It really isn't as good as it used to be, especially in some areas.
Good and bad food all over the world, just because it's French doesn't make it good, just as not all British food is bad. Some of the jokes and comments about French food were, did you know that once they had rounded up and captured the snails they put them in a box with no food and water for days, that's so they can empty their bowels before being eaten. Makes them taste better apparently. Frogs legs what's that all about, not much meat on them far better off with a chicken or even turkey leg. Horse meat was not a known thing one time in the UK now it's available in Tescos. Neigh Neigh I couldn't eat that. You would never know they just call it 100% beef these days.
I read summat in the guardian awhile back what the frogs used to do Banned now but some frog president had it as his dying meal I’ll try n find it
Fancy it dirty cruel frogs Very few last meals eaten by the dying are like that served to François Mitterrand, the president of the French republic, who died of cancer in 1996. His last meal started with foie gras, oysters and capon, but all of that was merely an overture to the consumption of ortolan, a yellow-throated songbird, the eating of which was frowned upon by the majority of his fellow Frenchmen at the time and would eventually be made illegal. Even in a country that has always been ahead of the pack when it comes to ritualising dinner, the process of eating ortolan goes beyond what is strictly necessary. Traditionally, they should first be placed in the dark for a month, so that, thinking it is their night-time feeding period, they fatten themselves up. Next, they are drowned in Armagnac. Finally, they are roasted for eight minutes, plucked and eaten whole, head and all, the idea being that the sharp bones puncture the inside of the mouth so that the diner’s blood mingles with that of the bird. You are supposed to eat them with a napkin over your head so that the Lord may not see your sin, or so your fellow diners may not see you spitting out the bones. One or the other.
Bugs. Had these once, don't taste of anything but never again regardless. please log in to view this image
Kinell, Chazz. Iv'e seen that. It was on some programme on the tele years ago. I'm sure it was Jeremy Clarkson who indulged with the mucky French bastards around the table and they all did exactly as you say. They put tea towels over their heads and eat (I thought they were sparrows) whole. Feathers the lot. Mucky filthy dirty French Bastards. What the ****s wrong with a chip butty?