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6 comments:
Hi Michael .... I had the chance to try Haggis when I was house/cat sitting in den Haag this last spring. Haggis is pretty damn good and I look forward to my next chance to have it.
I don't know why I'm afraid of trying haggis when I grew up eating scrapple. But there's just something about it that puts me right off.
Love the Haggis Panini sign.
One of the Scottish pubs in my city makes some decent haggis. I've been wanting some ever since you've been mentioning it, but both times I went recently, they've been sold out.
Man, I want some.
I've made haggis. The Scot attending my Burns Supper pronounced it tasty and classic. None of the other guests would eat more than a couple polite mouthfuls. The dogs were thrilled.
I have never understood why the Scots eat the stuff other than extreme poverty.
One of the odder memories of the first Glasgow Worldcon was Joe's Original Pakora Bar. (No one I knew ever found out if all the other Joe's Pakora Bars were imitations.)
Among the unlikely items on the menu was haggis pakora.
Dear God, it would be GREAT!
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