As I tucked into a plate of ten impaled, grilled duck hearts at L’Imperiale restaurant above Victor Hugo market in Toulouse yesterday lunchtime no-one gave me the freakshow stare, no-one coughed up a canape and the waiter didn’t faint at my request. I realised that an awful lot of what I eat here in France tiptoes towards Deep End Dining. Eddie’s excellent video got me thinking about this kinda eating, because what I realised is I didn’t really think that some things I eat play to the deep end. Duck hearts, snails, sea urchins, bone marrow… while not everyday food, are all pretty regular staples along with a bunch of other things some folk might deem odd. But here’s the thing, Bourdain’s Dubbya-esque style, TV ratings friendly, "bring it on" burlesque plays to just one end of the dining spectrum. It plays to the people who are repulsed at duck hearts. But, watch Bourdain eat a cobra heart and then watch Eddie and his mates over dinner. Where would you rather be? Who would you rather have dinner with? You don’t have to be sensational to have fun with this kinda food. Good food experiences don’t need hamming up. The food does that all by itself. For the record, the duck hearts I received with my order were cooked ‘rosé’. However, they’re better and more tender, when well done with a teeth and smile unfriendly charcoal blackening seared to each glistening aorta. Set lunch for two with coffee, dessert and wine was €28. I’ll be blogging more from the restaurants above Victor Hugo soon.