Robert Burns Supper
Due to some uncertainty still out there, about COVID and indoor events, the committee have decided to repeat what we did for the last Burns Supper we had in January this year.
You may recall that Arthur's Pub, in the Best Western Plus Cobourg Inn, made an authentic Robbie Burns Supper (for "Take Out") and donated $1200.00 to the Cobourg Highland Games Society, from the sale of the meals.
We have once again teamed up with Arthur's Pub to do the same again this coming Robbie Burns Supper on January 25th 2022.
The price will now be $30.00, plus taxes and gratuity (a slight increase due to inflation, and the minimum wage going up, January 1st.) Arthur's Pub will again donate $10.00 per plate to the Cobourg Highland Games.
The meal is the same as last time, with a bigger portion of Haggis, and the addition of House made Scotch Bread.
Another big difference will be the opportunity to either dine in the restaurant, or do the "Take Out" menu. To dine in, reservations must be made.
Please see the poster below for details.
Thank you, to the Management and Staff of Arthur's Pub and Best Western Plus Cobourg Inn, for their support and work put into this fundraiser.
Dine in not available.
Pick up and delivery (certain areas only) at this time.
to order on line click here
Robert Burns was born January 25, 1759, in a two-roomed cottage in Alloway, Ayrshire, in the south west of Scotland. He was the eldest child of Agnes Broun and William Burns, a poor and simple farmer, but a progressive fellow, who was determined to have his children educated. Robert worked with his father, first at one farm and then another until, in 1784, his father died and the son moved the family to yet another farm. At the age of 15, Robert wrote his first poem but it was not until after his father's death that he began to write seriously. His career as a writer did not really begin until 1787 and lasted until his death in July 1796 at the young age of 37 years.
So what is it about this lad, often referred to as a bard, who inspires hundreds of thousands of people the world over, to host a dinner in his honour every year? What the heck is a bard anyway, and what did he write about that was so blessed wonderful? Well, to begin with, a bard in ancient times, was an officer of the Druid class who had the responsibility of memorizing and putting to verse, the 2000 year old genealogies of the royal family, or perhaps to record in his memory, the events of great battles. For some, the task to record the history of the whole nation, in all it's great and accurate detail. So did young Robert do all or any of this? No, in the main, hardly at all. So then what was his claim to fame?
Well you might blush a bit but Robert wrote about the little things in Scottish life in a unique style. Things like turning up a mouse's nest whilst plowing a field; things like the pretty legs and the lovely kisses of the local lasses; a drunken farmer's wild imagination of witches, who haunted a derelict kirk and kirkyard, and chased him most of the way home, grabbing his horse's tail as he crossed the Brig' O' Doon. Aye; real important stuff. At times Burns stretches himself to mention a few historical notes such as found in "Caledonia" but this has more of a legendary quality than any mention of historical fact. He then goes on about such things as a winter day, a water-fall, a hen pecked husband, a death, and so on. Drivel; just pure drivel. So again you may ask, since the question is more important than the answer: " What makes this man a legend?
Well: here's the thing of it. It's no' the words o' Robert Burns that contain the answer to his greatness. It's what he wrote between the lines that says it all. What he says there is a description of those most intimate bits and pieces that make Scots, Scots. So now ya have a sense o' the thing, but if'n ya want ta ken sa' more; come celebrate Robert Burns Night with us. Enjoy with us as we dance around the subject o' wha t'is ta be Scots, and, like, the reek of fresh roast haggis freshly ripped apart; ye may get a whiff and a taste, to be sure, o' that curious ancient something of the Scottish Gael. And ye'll be back again next year for another whiff and a wee taste, wont'ya?
In Canada, a nation built by Scots and whose very bones are Scottish, where the hand of the Scots can be seen on nearly every page of its history, where Scots carved out new lives from the gloomy woods by strength of heart and hand, we remember and celebrate the life of Robert Burns because he has seared our identity and our origins into our hearts. Though generations have passed, we are a people with long memories, and neither borders, nor seas, nor time itself will deny us our proud Highland heritage.
So this January, don your kilt and plaid and join us in Cobourg for our Robert Burns Dinner, and raise a dram to Scotland's National Poet, Robert Burns.
Some pictures and video from previous Robert Burns Suppers
The Lindsay Rose Highland Dancers at our 2019 Robert Burns Supper