Andouillette de Troyes
In a delightful French brasserie some years ago I was presented with a menu. Being an adventurous chap, my eye was drawn to the "Andouillette de Troyes AAAAA". Damn, with all those A's it must be the best thing on the menu! I asked a waiter what it was, and he replied that it was a type of sausage. Get in!

Une andouillette avec frites, s'il vous plait garcon. Et une biere grande, bien sur. Merci!

The dish arrived, accompanied by what can only be described as something of a farmyard smell. The first bite confirmed what I had suspected: the sausage smelled quite strongly of shite.

It was revolting. Like being force-fed a meaty fart from a fat Frenchman's sweaty arse crack.

I looked around expecting to see the waiter in fits of giggles, or the other patrons pointing and laughing. Not only was no-one paying me a blind bit of attention, the couple on the next table were wolfing down the same dish.

When I got back to the hotel I googled the offending article. Only the finest pig-colon sausage can be graded AAAAA (stands for Association Amicale des Amateurs d'Andouillette Authentique and is most certainly not a mark of quality).

Probably the second worst meal of my life, beaten only into the runner-up slot by a perfectly nice birthday meal, lovingly prepared by my girlfriend, which ended with gooseberry and broken glass fool.
( daikoku has been on a ragga tip since, Thu 26 May 2011, 20:39, 3 replies)

Nonsense
Andouillette is delicious, either finely shredded onto a crepe with mustard, or in a red wine sauce.


I am not mad.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Thu 26 May 2011, 21:22, closed)

But it tastes of arse

( daikoku has been on a ragga tip since, Thu 26 May 2011, 22:23, closed)

and farmers seamen

( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Thu 26 May 2011, 23:04, closed)