My dad was stationed in France when he served in the military. He doesn't tell many stories from then, but he always talks about the time he ate snails. The story always ends with a sour face, tongue sticking out, and that sound, "Bleah-eh-eh-eh-eh" followed by a body shake.
Because of this story, I think every one in my family has tried snails, just to tell my dad we ate one.
So, to my dad on his 81st birthday, I give you this photo taken at the Christmas market on the Champs-Elysees. Look dad, look what the French are eating on the street!