It’s traditionally a feast with altogether too much theatrical speechifying and toastilliating. The centrepiece of which is an ode to an already infamous denizen of these forums, the Haggis.
If everyone in the often large gathering isn’t already drunk, they now rapidly become so in order to more merrily navigate the untold more speeches and toasts that flower after the meal.
Top off the evening with an wickedly complicated Scottish Country Dancing tornado and generally leave with a happy if rather confused smile.
I would add, it’s probably best to remember that Burns Supper might be best taken with a pinch of salt.