I couldn't agree more, I had my first haggis as part of a scottish reenactment encampment. oats, barley, ginger, garlic, various organs, slowly boiled in a stitched stomach.

It was fabulous, granted I was hungry, wet and getting cold, but that haggis hit the spot.

I have had samples since, and no two have ever tasted the same. I like to equate it with Meatloaf. I am something of a meatloaf fiend. Doesn't matter the restaurant or what I initially went there for, if it has meatloaf on the menu, I will have to try it. And, invariably, they are different.

One of these years I will have to try to make it myself . . .