We in the local chapter of the Society for Creative Anachronism did an event, many years ago, with a Scottish theme. We planned on serving haggis, but were thwarted by state laws that prohibited the sale of several indgrediants, most notably sheep's lungs. So the lady in charge of the feast used I know not what creature's innards in a pie, almost nobody wanted to eat, certainly not me.

Scottish meat pies as served at the Highland Games are sublime. Of course, over here, they use lamb. My taste buds do bud ups for weeks before the games, knowing they're going to get a meat pie with a dab of worcestershire sauce on top.