What was perceived to be bacon wrapped sausage turned out to be beef tripe and pork. This I consumed with semi-displeasure on a Monday afternoon, at Courtepaille (a grill restaurant, 5 mins away from Best Western Paradou) after being told that the kitchen @ Paradou was closed until 7.30 pm. Well, I took it for granted that it would be open 24 hours....my bad!
Anyways, this would be disappointment no.2. Day 2 of my arrival, I met with disappointment no.1 when I had lunch consisting of duck terrine avec figs et tender bouef et polente frite. Its seems that this may be the way to get a feel for the cuisine.....face your fears head on.
Regardless, I am determined to move forward, inspite of my sensitive palate.
I was educating T that it might be best to steer clear from fois gras atleast initially till our palates acclimatize to all the new tastes.
"Foie gras belongs to the protected cultural and gastronomical heritage of France."[courtesy- Wikipedia]
After a week on the french soil, my confidence is gradually being restored. Despite my pathetic French speaking skills, I have mustered courage to place an order at a stall or at a restaurant without worrying about feeling embarrassed. I have resigned to the fact that there aren't going to be a lot of people who will volunteer to help you. So make a dash anyways !
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