What is a haggis, you ask?
Contrary to common American belief, haggis is not a wild animal native to the Scottish highlands, but rather a curious mincemeat mixture of Sheep’s heart, lungs, and liver, encased in the stomach. Before you all scrunch your noses and make gagging sounds, let me insert this thought: these chips were actually very tasty. They tasted a bit like–dare I say–barbecue chips? Should i ever find myself in Scotland again, I might even order a haggis sandwich, even though it looks like turd. Seriously. Google image it right now.
Unfortunately for staunch Scottish-Americans (and all you other haggis fans out there), traditional haggis is apparently illegal in the United States, due to a USDA ruling that lungs are not a legitimate food item. Ridiculous, no? HOWEVER, some very determined haggis afficionados are considering undertaking a cross-border smuggling operation.
Anyways, here are my pictures of Glasgow, where Maureen and I spent two days visiting the modern art museum, watching kids practice a play at the Glasgow Cathedral, looking at a hillside full of gravestones, nibbling on gingerbread at the Willow Tea Rooms, admiring the work of Scottish architect Charles Rennie Mackintosh, and complaining about the price of the Pound. (Just think: our McDonald’s Dollar Menu is twice as much…Yea, wasn’t cool. Especially when you’re stuck there for the whole night and have to buy something from said Two-Dollar Menu every hour. More on that later.)
We booked our train tickets to London too late, so we ended up having to leave Glasgow at 4:30 am. We camped out at McDonald’s for like, SIX HOURS, but were entertained by the drunken antics of the city’s late-night crowd and made friends with the manager and security guard. No, I would not recommend doing this.