My noggin can be a scary place, like a plate spinner at the circus, there’s generally five to nine thoughts rolling around at the same time, some faster than others. It’s almost New Years. . .which made me think of Auld Lang Syne, by good old Robbie Burns and years ago a night I randomly stumbled across The Country Squire in Warsaw (NC). Who can’t enoy a joint with huge slabs of meat on the menu and a tree growing through the roof in the front hall? This particular evening, they were hosting a wake, I was invited by the hostess to join (ahem?!). . .then I heard the bagpipes, saw the parading of the haggis and was kinda bummed I said no thank you. This year, Robbie Burns night is January 22. . .and it’s worth checking out. Can’t make it that night? It’s still a nifty place to try out, a litte off the beaten path and surrounded by fantastic antebellum h0mes and farms so try to go while it’s still light out your first time. . .besides, going any other night means haggis won’t be on your menu.