Written by Sandra Somoano
I remember my first time I tried snails. It was in Madrid with a friend. We were looking for a restaurant different from the ones I usually go in Asturias. And my friend had a brilliant idea: go to a snail restaurant!…
Have you ever eaten snails? – My friend asked me.
No, I’ve never tried them – I answered.
Do you fancy going to a snail restaurant and try? – He suggested.
Ok, I’m easy. Whatever you like – I told him.
So, two hours later we were in a crowded restaurant where a lot of pots full of snails were everywhere. At that moment, I felt something strange on my stomach that didn’t make feel me comfortable in that place.
My friend ordered a plate of snails and two glasses of wine. First, the waiter came with the wine and a pair of minutes later with the snails. I didn’t know how to eat them but my friend explained that I had to take a toothpick with one hand and hold a snail with the other and try to take out the snail flesh from its shell with the toothpick.
My first attempt was successful. I ate the snail but it didn’t taste of anything. I tried again. But this second time was awful. Suddenly, when I was holding the snail on my hand I realized that its sweet eyes were looking at me!. It seemed to be saying: Don’t eat me, please…! My face turned pale. I felt like a miserable criminal and I finally threw the snail on the floor.
That was the first and the last time I tried to eat snails. Never again.