That’s the second time in a week that I’ve been asked about haggis and the advisability of eating it. So it’s time to put the record straight and declare the wonderful thing that is our national dish.
Our lovely group from New Jersey yesterday were most intrigued when it was offered for breakfast at the Fairmount. However they all abstained, as did all other customers seemingly, as the dish was left untouched. Now that is a shame.
Haggis has inspired our national poet to rapture and it may well strike you as somewhat odd but it’s the national fodder. Moreover, once a year we put on our kilts and serenade it with the bagpipes, toast it with usqubae, recite well kent tales, march high with it on a platter and then kill it with a dagger.