…or “Maybe the French have the right idea”

I’m not big on seafood. While I’ve never been properly tested for allergies, whenever I eat it, I end up feeling pretty crap afterwards.

The French word for fish is “poisson”.

Take away an “s” and that leaves you with….that’s right…poison!!!

You know what I do love though? Those New England seafood restaurants with the shiny dark wooden interiors and little nautical touches all over. I totally love those. But when I go, I’m “that girl” who orders a cheeseburger (usually intended for finicky children) and gets completely judged by the wait staff.

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