Just when I was fretting that I can’t seem to find traditional French food in Paris, I accidentally ordered andouillette for lunch today!
*This post has been edited to include how this happened.
Me reading a French menu with basic English translation.
Waiter walks over and graciously tried to speak English as much as he could since I comprehend almost zero French.
Waiter: What would you like to eat?
Me (thinking the “sausage” dish sounds promising): I’d like to have the sausage please.
Waiter (looks at me for a while): This is special.
Me: Great! I like special!
For the record, this is not something I would normally eat.