The Long Beach Scottish Festival ran this past Saturday and Sunday in and around the Queen Mary. Our friends James and Jess participated, as did Kristen and I . By "participated" I mean ate, drank, and cheered all things Scottish.
There was no haggis (thankfully?), but there were meat pies. And a steady stream of pipers. There was Scotch whisky, but no Scottish ale to be found. There were kilts EVERYWHERE. Gaelic tchotchke tents. Dancing competitions. Sheep herding. And a steady stream of pipers. There was also gelato, spicy cheese kettle corn, and street tacos -- little known Scottish delights.
Here's a hastily assembled (whisky-free) recap of the sunny day. And a steady stream of pipers.
