Tonight I went to my first ever French restaurant. It’s called The Little Snail, and before you ask, yes they did have snails and yes I tried them. After previously trying chicken feet at Yum Cha purely out of curiosity, Im starting to notice a pattern emerging with these weird delicacies; you pay through the nose for something that wouldn’t feed a newt. These snails were absolutely tiny, the size of a smoked oyster with similar texture but more chewy. The chewiness would be about half way between a smoked oyster and not overcooked calamari. Maybe getting fed isn’t the point though, perhaps its supposed to be about flavour. It’s hard to say what snails taste like because these were doused in garlic butter; a preparation I suspect exists for the benefit of sooky westerners. You know the ones that think sushi is just “oh so gross”. In summary I’d say it was worth $10.50 to satisfy my curiosity, but I doubt I’ll have the urge to eat snails again.

The rest of the menu looked pretty darn tasty and I ended up having duck for the main with a fig and ginger pudding for dessert, which at $9.50 was a major anticlimax. The service was great, though and they even called us a cab. Overall it was pretty good experience and I would recommend French food to anyone who hasn’t yet tried it.