We were on a tour of Scotland and haggis was on the menu. I follow my Dad’s policy of trying anything, and the haggis wasn’t bad. Although the Scottish waitor gave me a funny look...
“... and the haggis wasn’t bad. Although the Scottish waitor gave me a funny look...”
Why anyone would think that the ground organs of a sheep mixed with oats and boiled in said sheep’s stomach is anything but delicious I do not understand.
After 5 or 6 shots of Scotch whiskey toasting Robert Burns I could have eaten anything... and I think I did!
I don’t think I could order ‘spotted dick’ with a straight face.