Date registered: Nov 2003
Vehicle: 1988 560SEL sold:
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Somehow I knew that was coming.
With a weak stomach like that, you'll never get to enjoy Paris or French cuisine.
The chitterling sausage fashioned from the lower intestinal tract of some unfortunate beast and has about it - forgive me - an unmistakable smell of something's bum.
But the chitterling in its French incarnation, the Andouillette, remains a daily part of life all over France, served with mustard where you might think some kind of deodorant would be more appropriate.
The taste for body parts runs very deep. At one state dinner I was served a pig's ear, nestling weirdly on a pile of warm shredded red and green cabbage. It was the oddest thing I'd ever been given, with the possible exception of a shelled tortoise I once ate in China which looked amazingly like a translucent balloon stuffed with jelly. The ear was a much sterner test of character though, in the sense that it was all I could do not to lean down and start whispering into it confidentially.
--Kevin Connolly, BBC News.