I had this great post planned for yesterday, all about how shocking to my naive Canadian eyes the drinking laws are here, but instead I went out for deep fat fried haggis last night.
It was a blast. The streets last night around the Mile were packed with people, and we ended up in this bar at a good enough time to get some shots of "baby guiness" (tastes like China Whites), hear a tiny bit of live music, and shake hands and laugh with and kiss many many drunk boys. And this was after we'd started out with way too much giggling back at the flat.
But the highlight of the evening was heading across to the Chippy afterwards. Myles was with us and decided he needed to teach Kristi everything about Scottish food all at once, so he was babbling away at her about chippies and chippy sauce and deep fat fried this and what to trust when eating at the places and the whole nine yards.
At first we were just gonna get some Chips and Cheese, but I really wanted something deep fat fried, that was going to kill me young, and that would horrify Kristi. And the shop didn't disappoint: deep fat fried haggis.
It was... um...
disgusting really really good and everyone should have some! honest! It looked like this big flat batter-covered fish type thing, and was all greasy and fatty on the inside, with a token amount of not!grease. It was an experience.
The chips that came with it were just to soak up the fat, I assure you.
The evening was fun, I'd do it again. I'll give Saint Patrick's Day in Scotland an A.
There was no green beer, though.