There is a joke shop in the Grassmarket in Edinburgh that has “Push” beside the door handle on one side and “Pull” on the other. Of course, they’ve been reversed for comic effect. Simple but effective and it appeals to my immature sense of humour. At The Magnum on Albany Street in Edinburgh’s New Town, the signs on the door are also a little different in that they read “Shove” and “Tug”. It’s a nice, original touch and one that raised a smile as we headed along for drinks and a spot of dinner there recently.
Author: The Bar Fly
I mentioned before that an acquaintance of mine maintained that Bennets Bar near Tollcross was the best pub in Edinburgh. Well, another acquaintance makes the case for Diggers, also known as the Athletic Arms. This claim is all the more remarkable given his Hibs-supporting tendencies and this pub’s location in the opposition’s Heartland, if you’ll pardon the pun. So, situated on the corner of Angle Park Terrance and Henderson Terrace, is Diggers worthy of a place near the top of Edinburgh’s pub league?
Bert’s Bar. What a great name for a pub. What would make it even better is if the next door pub, The Melville, was called Ernie’s Bar. And William Street was called Sesame Street. Sadly, this is unlikely to happen any time soon. So, educational puppets aside, does Bert’s have what it takes to warrant a visit when there is so much competition in the immediate area?
If the Commonwealth Games had been in Edinburgh in 2014, there could easily have been a new sport: circuits of Cafe Royal (singles and mixed doubles). Such is the popularity of this city centre pub at the east end of Princes Street that if you’re lucky enough to have a seat, you can watch endless singletons and couples enter by either the side or the front door, do a complete lap of the pub while looking for a seat before leaving, disgruntled, by the door they entered. Groups often enter by one door, take one look and leave immediately. So, is it worth hanging around by the ornate bar in case a seat becomes available?
It’s taken a few years for me to come round to the idea of the Cask & Barrel on Broughton Street. On paper, I should love it: plenty real ale, a traditional pub feel, and a wide selection of crisps. However, pub-going is not done on paper, as is often said of football too. And this is where the key to my new-found warmth for the Cask & Barrel has come from: The Beautiful Game.