• Mike Sula
  • “Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!”

Sometimes it’s easy to lapse into a state of complacency with regard to the galaxy of available eats around town. But do you really think you can always get whatever you want to eat whenever you want it? If that’s true, where’s our Burmese restaurant? Where’s our Malaysian? And where’s our haggis food truck?

I spotted one this weekend at the Scottish Festival and Highland Games in Itasca (I was judging the shortbread contest), where the Highland Glenn Foods truck was selling, among other things, a scoop of minced lamb liver, beef, and oats atop some crispy fries. I doubt Robert Burns would approve, since this mildly gamy stuff wasn’t made with hearts or lights. But it was tasty, needing only a few acidic squirts of HP Sauce to cut the livery richness. Poutine had nothing on it. Alas, the itinerant Sarasota truck has decamped for its next stop on the the Caber Toss Circuit. But if you were there to watch the haggis-hurling contest (yes, that happened) or the 50-pound sheaf throw, for $8.50 there was no excuse not to break your haggis cherry.