This explains the Scotch-Irish settling in Appalachia. It felt like home, but without the overbearing Brits nearby.
There used to be a place on Allison Street that did a kind of mutton liver and spinach stew with fenugreek and green chillis that I am currently right at this moment prepared to drive a 12-hour round trip to buy.
The mutton and chicken and pork is long cooked, low and slow, over hickory wood, and the baste and sauce has a lot of vinegar in it that breaks down the tough meat and makes it super tender. It's not spicy like the US west or southwest, and doesn't have all the sugar that Kansas City bbq does.
It is very, very good.
Also, burgoo soup!
Scotland and Ireland were exchanging population for millennia because they are physically close. As soon as England got involved, trouble began.