On the first point you may be right. On the second I beg to differ. Some of these foods make me retch and then when I think about where they've been before they reached my plate, I'm sorry, I just can't do it.
A third consideration is no doubt flitting through your cervelle at this moment, the one about good manners, etiquette and all that. In this respect when invited chez un ami, one learns to be clever and creative. If said friend owns a dog, I'm normally home-free. Cats are less reliable. At one dinner party I exchanged the gesiers in my salade de gesiers for the lettuce in my charming neighbor's salad; otherwise I try to find something into which I can insert the offending offal -- bread, a vegetable, anything -- and take it like a pill with a large gulp of wine. I never finish, but at least I never insult my hostess.
Some of these things even My-Reason-For-Living-In-France won't touch.
Without further ado, the list. . .
TOP 10: French Foods I Don't Eat
1.) Boudin Noir
2.) Ris de Veau (The first time I came to France, long before living here, I ordered this in a restaurant thinking: "Hmmm, 'ris' -- must be rice of some sort, that looks safe. . .)
3.) Tripes de Caen
6.) Lapin (Easter Bunny)
9.) Tete de Veau
10.) Marrons Glacé -- in any form. (I can't stand the texture or the taste.)
(Now, I'm off to the big city to meet a friend for chocolat chaud chez Angelina. I never say no to chocolat chaud.)