Sometimes you have to wonder about Scotland. First there’s Scotch whiskey, which, despite the bizarre fascination old men seem to have with it, tastes like peat moss. Then, of course, there’s haggis, which is essentially sheep heart, lungs and liver boiled in the stomach of the animal. (In case you were wondering, haggis is considered food — not by me, mind you, but apparently Scottish people actually eat it.)
I do have to give Scotland credit for a couple of things. It is, after all, the birthplace of golf, which has simultaneously enhanced and ruined more lives than anything short of alcohol. Read More