My first day working in France started out with a fast car journey from Brussels airport to Northern France. Follwoing several interviews I had been given a job as project manager for a new project in Fance. Having arrived at our destination all I saw was a muddy field with a large number of French construction workers walking in and around the site.
After several hours of inspecting what was to be a state of the art plant I was invited to dinner by the construction company and French colleagues. What I didn't know was that there was a bet on that I would not eat all of my dinner that night. The gang had decided that we would go to the local Buffer de la Gare and there we would have snails to start with followed by frogs legs with everything smothered in garlic.

That night much to the annoyance of the gang i ate everything that was put in front of me and a great deal of money wagered on me not eating the frogs legs or the snails was lost.

This was my opening encounter with France.