When in Paris, you can't just eat falafel (see yesterday's post),
so my daughters treated me to a birthday dinner at Brasserie Balzar
(I've been eating here since the late '60s—the service has slipped
but the food is still good) and we shared this plate of snails.
Put enough butter and garlic on almost anything, and . . . yum!
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And some of us had fun annoying our big sister
with the traditional snail-eating implements.