Saturday 24 January 2009

Robbie Burns Day celebration

Gord and I ran some errands this afternoon.

One of our stops was the Summerhill liquor store. Gord loves beer and they have an excellent selection.

While perusing the store, I was drawn to the sound of bagpipes.

They were celebrating Robbie Burns Day.

"Robbie Burns" merrily recited the Address to a Haggis.

There was free whisky.

We like the second one ($66/bottle) better ... the first one ($41/bottle) was too "peaty". I'd never tried whisky before.

There were Scottish dancers.

The haggis was served.

I passed because I knew what is in it ... sheep's "pluck" (heart, liver and lungs), minced with onion, oatmeal, suet, spices, and salt, mixed with stock, and traditionally boiled in the animal's stomach for approximately three hours.

Gord had some and liked it. He'd never tried it before.

The sampling room was next door and we tried some $95 merlot ($5/sample). Yum! I could get used to drinking it!

Gord has had his eye on the $110 21-year-old El Dorado dark rum and had a sample. He liked it!

The Summerhill liquor store is in the beautiful refurbished North Toronto Railway Station. The train station was originally opened on June 14, 1916. At 21,000 square feet, it is the largest liquor store in Ontario and boasts a beautiful 143 foot (43 meter) clock tower. For a little more history of the station, click here.


Di said...

Wow! What fun! That looks like a very fancy liquor store! Love your blog, Teena, (and those handsome cats)and thank you for visiting me too.

Anonymous said...

Tae A Fart

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
As ye sit doon amongst yer kin
There sterts tae stir an enormous win'

The neeps an' tatties an' mushy peas
Stert workin' like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sonsie face
Will have ye blawin' a' ower the place.

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'body's gonnae hae tae pay
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot o' a rifle

Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air
Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Pray tae God it disnae reek.

But aw yer efforts gan asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder
Ricochets aroon' the room
Michty me! A sonic boom

God Almichty, it fairly reeks!
Hope I huvnae s**t ma breeks!
Tae the bog ah'd better scurry,
Ach, whit the hell, it's no ma worry.

A'body roon aboot me chokin'
Yin or twa were nearly boakin'
I'll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile.

Wis him! I shout with accusin' glower,
Alas! Too late! He's just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger, they shout and stare
A didnae feel welcome ony mair

Where e'r ye be let yer wind gan free
Sounds like just the job for me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' one wee farty.

Unknown said...

Sounds like great fun!

I've missed the Robert Burns celebration this year, because I had no means of going to the location our band gathered.

Last year I tasted haggis for the first time and it was delicious.
Many people don't bother what's in minced meat or meatloaf, so why bother about what's in haggis.
It's a real tasty delicacy, you've missed something.