i order the fish and chips and some haggis. haddock battered and floating, adrift in a sea of mysterious life-giving oil. the accumulated flavors of many magical things as it bobs like noah's ark, bringing life in all its infinite variety. deep-fried haggis, my personal favorite. in tube form in this case. if you don't like chopped up liver and lungs and all that stuff, believe me, the curry sauce sets you right. the combination of french fries or chips in the local dialect with curry sauce and cheese is perhaps a bro too far. guy fieri in a kilt, but what the hey. i'm pretty sure god is against this. oh, yeah, definitely.