Look at the bedtime snack the B&B lady left in our room. It's not apple juice. I always assumed whiskey would taste vile. (This assumption may have been based on the movies. You know, the gunslingers toss it back in the saloon and wipe their grizzled lips with the back of a dirty hand.) The cowboys never chase their whiskey with shortbread cookies, you notice. That warm golden glow went down smooth and warm.
Oddly, this particular breakfast menu doesn't mention haggis. Porridge was on the other side. Some places offer that with a wee drizzle of scotch on top.
In cold climates, one can live happily on hot soup. A bowl of potato and leek soup or lentil are the way to go. If you're offered Cullen Skink, take it and say thank you, cuz it's really chowder made with smoked haddock and quite good. I asked if anyone ever called it "chowder" and was gently told that would be a wee bit pretentious.
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