It's my belief that when in France, one must take full advantage of the culinary landscape. In Burgundy, this means wine, Poire William, snails, wine, Boeuf, wine, mustard, wine, bread, wine, etc. I have a particular affinity for l'escargots (snails), ever since a memorable meal in Montreal in the early seventies which convinced me that I really, really wanted to attend McGill University (I went to my admissions interview exuding garlic from every pore!)
While perusing one of Michael's guide books on Burgundy, I was thrilled to discover that one of the recommended places to visit was a l'escargotierre, or snail farm. The only problem was noone else in the group wanted to go, OR even eat l'escargots. Okay, we'll give Michael a pass since he is a vegetarian. And Dad joined me once in my garlic-laden hedonism. Alex was heard to refer to l'escargots as a garlic butter delivery system which might as well have been sponge rubber. And on a recent trip to Ohio she referred to a slow driver as an "escargot", which was a serious insult to the lovely little mollusks.
Suffice it to say that I had no scruples about indulging in l'escargots not once but twice during the trip, along with all the other features of the Burgundian culinary landscape! And I STILL want to go go to L'Escargotierre.