Then don't order them at snooty bistro. I first had them at an Argentinian place which spookyfruit--a true beef lover--holds in contempt, where they came as part of a generous sizzling sampler. Had you hated them, you could've eaten four other types of beef and still felt you'd gotten tremendous value.

After this experience, I looked up the skinny on sweetbreads. Whew! They're like pure cholesterol. I figured one serving every three years is about as much as my poor body can reasonably handle.