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'madamoiselle? le salade ou le jambon?'
'hey' to the woman next to me, 'what's the salad?'
'organ meats.'
'a salad of spleens?'
'you can always pick them off and just eat the lettuce. but i say go for it. it's delicious.'
'i'll take that one. oui, messieur, la salade.'
'did you get the salad too?' to the woman next to me.
'god no, after living in france for two months, i became a vegetarian.'
there you have it.
plus the horse hooves they grind into gelatin to stick between strange stringy meats caked in creamy sauce so you dont notice. but you do.
but thank god, in the end, it always tastes like chicken. even the organ meat.