When I think of eating escargot, the Olsen twins’ experience in Passport to Paris comes to mind. How can you forget the best movie from the Olsen collection?
I finally got my first taste of snails Le Polidor during my mom’s visit last week. Why has it taken me so long? Je ne sais pas. But instead of nervously chucking them out of their shell and onto the waiter’s forehead like charming little MK & A, I surprisingly savored each bite.
Eating snails is an art form. You take a pair of special tongs to strategically hold the shell while using a small fork to dig out the meat, which is heavily doused in garlic and butter. Et voilà, escargot!
And a few days after that at Le Moulin de la Galette…