First time we had haggis was at a formal Burns Night supper that my colleagues and I organised at the place I work. So, imagine the scene, about 15 Brits (a number true Scots in full regalia), about 200 stupid yanks.
My beloved and I had no clue what haggis tasted like, but I had an inkling that we'd both like it. So the plate comes out, haggis, neeps, tatties etc. My wife takes a taste of haggis - and bear in mind this was Burns Night, so alcohol was flowing VERY freely - remarks rather loudly, as she does when slightly inebriated, "This tastes like faggots!". At once, about 50 people turned and stared at her in disgust, as I proceeded to fall off my chair in utter fits of laughter. I proceeded to let her explain the analogy.....
Luckily, I get to experience another just before I return home......