It's not because of the Wall o' Beer, though I'm sure that helps.
It's not because of our successful pilgrimage to Westvleteren.
I know they're endangered. It's the fault of the Spanish, we're told -- their love of little tiny baby eels (anguilas) has left the few remaining adults eels to the rest of the world. As I discovered with the foie gras, though, guilt adds a certain spice to food.
So now we've done it. We've plunged deeply into the culture...and we have no regrets.