This enthralling tradition began in 1801, five years after Burns decided, at the ridiculously poetic age of 37, to exit stage left. His friends, instead of mourning him quietly, did what Scots do best: they cooked, they drank, they recited, and they turned a modest supper into a global celebration. Burns Night is now equal parts gala, ceilidh, and a MasterChef final where nobody’s sober enough to judge.