Originally Posted by
Timberridge
Ah, oysters. I was never a huge fan, and blindfolded I'm not sure I could tell the difference between eating an oyster or horse snot. But once I was at a dinner with the CEO of a large French company and he suggested I try some of the local oysters while we were in Brittany.
The French call them huitres and like most things French, the they are always saying things like, "Boof I tell you, you can't get oysters like this in your country"...usually while holding a lit cigarette in one hand. I know this isn't true, but I try to humor them. Hence, my general dislike for the French. I should mention it was also a month that didn't end in "r."
But believing my host, I took the plunge and ordered a dozen wild harbor oysters. All seemed well until later that evening when the severe stomach cramping and vomiting set in. Not wanting to miss my flight back to the US, I struggled to get to Charles-de-Gaulle the next morning still dealing with some lingering effects.
I managed to board the plane and took my seat next to another Frenchman. You can't avoid them in France. 30 minutes into the flight he orders the cheese platter with the stinkiest cheeses known to man. That sent me running to the bathroom for yet another session of vomiting. I spent most of the flight in that bathroom--it had a small window and I seriously thought about breaking it and jumping into the Atlantic and joining the oysters.
