How...... different(?!)
Reminds me of the local French sausage called an
andouillette (please don't look at the link if you are about to have, are having, or just have had your Thanksgiving dinner - it wouldn't be fair to the person who has slaved over cooking it for you!), that I unfortunately ordered in a logis outside Poitiers. Looked great but was basically the roughly chopped intestines of a pig and not much else. Produced one of those chewing moments that sometimes arise when eating meat - you know, the ones that never seem to end because the item in your mouth never seems to get to the right size that you fancy attempting to swallow it.