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I in no way dispute the deliciousness of the stuff.
My first memory of Le Mans was, in 2003, entering the circuit and popping up from the pedestrian tunnel after S/F and being immediately greeted by the big pan of it on my right. (before that area got turned into the semi-permanent 'merch-village')
I thought, "oh my god, that looks like sick!". Hours later I was tuckering down on that tasty mush, a few beers to the better.
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