Burns Night 2012 at Green’s Oyster Bar London

For the ultimate Burns Night toast to the lassies, to favourite Rabbie Burns poems and the finest in traditional Burns Night supper fare, Green’s Oyster Bar London is the place to celebrate Burns Night 2012.

Burns Night 2012 falls on Wednesday 25th January and Green’s Restaurant London will be hosting Burns Night celebrations that mark the Bard’s achievements in style. Green’s London is the perfect place for a Burns Night toast to the lassies and to hear faithful renditions of some of the more famous Rabbie Burns Poems (complete with translations where necessary!)

Green’s Restaurant London – also known as Green’s Oyster Bar London or simply Green’s London – offers the opportunity to honour Scotland’s best loved bard amidst unique and contemporary surroundings.

Green’s London is to be found on the mezzanine level of the old Lloyds building, retaining much of its original Art Deco design. Your Burns Night toast to the lassies can be made from a booth overlooking the Bank of England. Backdrop to your Rabbie Burns poems will be one of the most sought after venues in the City.

Green’s London is highly esteemed for its signature cooking and although seafood won’t necessarily feature strongly on our menu for Burns Night 2012, Green’s Oyster Bar London will provide its own take on traditional Burns supper fare.

Enjoy a Burns Night toast to the lassies at Green’s restaurant London

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Celebrate Burns Night 2012 in style at Green’s London

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A taste of things to come...

No Burns Night celebration would be complete without sampling some of Rabbie Burns poems. To whet your appetite, here’s his famous Address to a Haggis:

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

Please contact Green’s Oyster Bar London to book your table for Burns Night 2012.