In reply to John2:
My wife and I played menu roulette for a couple of weeks this month in Spain and France.
I speak adequate French, she does the Spanish. And so it was that I am responsible for the live round in the chamber when we pulled the trigger - I knew I knew what andouillette was, just couldn't remember on the night in question.
So, we ordered two "menu of the day." The andouillette arrived. As I cut into the fine fat juicy sausage, I thought to myself "hmm, funny consistency, lots of bitty bits."
I selected a few and raised the fork to my mouth.
Man, it was gross.
My wife was more-or-less gagging too. She did medical training, and commented that she recognised the contents of the sausage instantly from dissections, with her only question being whether it was the small or large intestine.
We had a small disagreement - I thought it smelled strongly of wee, she thought poo.
I've travelled all over Russia, Kazakhstan and parts East and eaten odd things. But this was too much - even with the lost pride in front of a haughty frog waiter, we couldn't get more than two forkfuls in each.
Call me a wimp, whatever you like. No more a55hole sausage for me.
Y