Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
Here it is, Manhattan's finest Haggis offering from the St. Andrews Restaurant (just off Times Square). Served on mashed tatties and topped with neeps, it was tastier than I'd imagined but it was far from the delicious Haggis we have at home.
I wore my best MacLeod(ish) tartan shirt and met Will, Ting and their neighbour Syan (not sure how you spell her name, it's said like Cyan the colour?) for a belated Burns Night celebration. I was the only one who had Haggis, Will had a big steak, Ting had fishcakes and Syan had smoked salmon that was served with the oddest choice of accompaniments... one corner of the plate was covered in finely chopped red onion, another corner had what look liked crumbled egg whites and in the other corner was the crumbled yolk?! I'd never seen anything like it?
The restaurant seemed very nice and had some other tasty dishes on the menu, like scotch eggs! The walls were decorated with old fashioned tourist posters for the Isle of Skye and the railway lines, all the waitresses (of which none are Scottish I don't think... Irish, but not Scottish) wore tartan skirts and the chairs and booths were clad in tartan too - so my shirt clashed a bit.
It was a bit of fun, and it was nice to be taking part (albeit late) in the celebrations, it was a little odd to be celebrating Burns Night in Times Square with a Welshman, his Thai wife and their Japanese friend... I'm sure I'll never have a Burns Night like it again!
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
Here it is, Manhattan's finest Haggis offering from the St. Andrews Restaurant (just off Times Square). Served on mashed tatties and topped with neeps, it was tastier than I'd imagined but it was far from the delicious Haggis we have at home.I wore my best MacLeod(ish) tartan shirt and met Will, Ting and their neighbour Syan (not sure how you spell her name, it's said like Cyan the colour?) for a belated Burns Night celebration. I was the only one who had Haggis, Will had a big steak, Ting had fishcakes and Syan had smoked salmon that was served with the oddest choice of accompaniments... one corner of the plate was covered in finely chopped red onion, another corner had what look liked crumbled egg whites and in the other corner was the crumbled yolk?! I'd never seen anything like it?
The restaurant seemed very nice and had some other tasty dishes on the menu, like scotch eggs! The walls were decorated with old fashioned tourist posters for the Isle of Skye and the railway lines, all the waitresses (of which none are Scottish I don't think... Irish, but not Scottish) wore tartan skirts and the chairs and booths were clad in tartan too - so my shirt clashed a bit.
It was a bit of fun, and it was nice to be taking part (albeit late) in the celebrations, it was a little odd to be celebrating Burns Night in Times Square with a Welshman, his Thai wife and their Japanese friend... I'm sure I'll never have a Burns Night like it again!
It looks a lot better on the plate than ours did but it's always tastier than it looks isn't it?
ReplyDeleteGlad you were doing your bit for your Celtic roots!