Okay… most people are aware of the fact that the food here in France is fucking incredible. I mean, they can even make this nasty, slimy thing taste good.
Naturally, if you head down south toward the Mediterranean coast, there are countless places serving seafood. Fresh seafood. Since I’m from Colorado, which happens to be a bit inland, I tend to get over-excited about eating seafood that didn’t have to travel on an airplane, or that isn’t being served at the Red Lobster.
There is one place in La Grande Motte that my husband I & like to go to – they have an awesome bouillabaisse there. You have to order it earlier that day, or the day before because it takes that long for them to make it just for you.
In case you don’t know, bouillabaisse is just a type of soup that is made with different kinds of fish & shellfish.
So, we get to the restaurant…we have some wine…
… & proceeded to gorge ourselves like gluttonous fiends.
No one ever warned us…no one told us to slow down. We were never warned of the repercussions. No one bothered to tell me that if I lost control, that I could very well end up completely fucking flunched before the night was over.
So… just a word of advice to all of you…jumping haphazardly into a bouillabaisse binge can be dangerous. It can take you straight from this…
To this…
Don’t ever say that I didn’t warn you.