The only bad "grits" I ever had was in Brooklyn, NY. Yeah, being that far north should have turned on a light in my head, but I was just overcome with the thought that we might finally have introduced some true breakfast-related culinary class to a previously unknowing segment of our society. Well, I don't know what these things were, but they sure as hell weren't grits. I told they waiter that they were good though, as he seemed very pleased to be able to serve something traditionally Southern to a visitor. (As soon as I started talking he knew I was not from Brooklyn).
As for the snails mentioned above by frankwright, don't worry about not eating them. I will gladly eat your share. I love 'em.
Just don't try to get me to eat liver. That was the first time (age five) that I ever openly defied my Dad and won. I had a sore butt, but I did NOT eat the liver. I'm now 60 and still won't touch it. Don't want brains in my eggs either.