As a typical French, happily eating snails, frogs and strong cheese, I find it a bit silly to take offence.
My grandma used to cook them in the summer with tomatoes and onions in a little clear soup.
In Apulia you might find Municeddhe, which are just cooked with oil and butter and maybe herbs (as far as I know). They’re amazing.
Translation: if you snails on Saint John's Eve (June 23rd), you'll have money all year.