Carol had escargot in Belgium with Ashish. And they both loved it so much that he and I even went back to Bruges to that same restaurant to have it. So when escargot was offered as one of our lunch options at Le Lafayette on Saturday, I knew where Carol was headed. I am so sorry but while I like escargot, I cannot tolerate the eternal garlic vapor lock in which one is enveloped afterward. I had one and immediately regretted it.
Carol seemed not to mind walking around with a garlicky miasma surrounding her all day. And I, too, with just the one snail, was locked in that same inescapable vault.