Reviews Restaurant At The Canny Man's

Dinnae Mess wi' the Canny Man's. This is the Marmite of Edinburgh pub restaurants.
Let me explain; you either love the fact that it has a long list rules (which will be enforced with almost brutal enthusiasm by the staff) banning everything from credit cards & cameras to backbacks & mobiles, or you hate it as a series of ridiculous impositions.
I happen to enjoy the retro/other worldly feel of taking out cash, hiding my mobile, reading the world's most cheerfully elitist menu, then writing my own order down on pads provided, before putting it in a special place so the waitress will pick it up. I wouldn't want to do it every meal, but there are hundreds of restaurants where the customer is always right mentality is followed to extremes, so it feels right that there is one place says, these are the rules, get lost if you don't like them.
Of course this is only possible because it can attract customers on it own terms. Some come for the slightly Soviet block customer service, some the quite incredible British Museum meets junk shop interior. What brings me back, however, is the incredible wine list & beer selection and the fantastic array of top quality open sandwiches in which the Canny Man's specializes.
All in all, I'd advise anyone to try it once; whether you go back or not will place you on either side of this particular Morningside Marmite Debate.

A 1871 former Public house in the heart of Morningside, hip and wonderful, old and contemporary at the same time, is the perfect place for an english tea or a super glam bloody Mary. Somebody wrote once that this is the best pub in the world. I highly recommend you to come and have a look. You'll fall in love!

Really old cool bar, huge selection of whiskeys. Great staff, food was really good. It's a very busy bar so if you want to eat there on the weekend you might need to book a table.

The atmosphere and staff make this bar! It’s such a gorgeous wee bar and you’re never short with things to look at. The Staff are also friendly and attentive. Sadly I have to say the food let it down somewhat. Ordered the steak and it was stone cold when it arrived at the table. The wedges were also a little soggier than I’d have liked but my friends enjoyed them so maybe that’s just personal preference.

Traditional pub with really quirky décor from 1871 and excellent food. The haggis neeps and tatties have got to be enjoyed, as well as lots of fish on menu. Will definitely be returning on our next trip to Edinburgh

Classic bar with lots to look at and a large variety of scotch whiskeys. Alex and crew are a great barkeepers

I have been here a few times for drinks etc but I think today was the first time I fully appreciated it! The decor of the Canny Man's is rustic, interesting and thought provoking. There is many a beverage to choose from, especially for those looking to have a dram or two. Their menu has a good range to choose from too and their food is delicious. I recommend this pub very highly after my experience today

A real treat and great find by pure luck but you can't miss this for ambiance, service and food. Suspect the drinks are as good as the food which was spectacular. Best seafood casserole this seafood lover has, to my recollection, ever had. My compliments to the kitchen.

The food and place is really nice,but the service was truly amazing 11/10. Especially a young lady called Ania made us feel welcome and took care for us in every aspect possible in hospitality. I would recommend for everyone to come in here to dine or drink.

THE MYSTERY OF THE CANNY MAN (R Burns) In Morning Side, where time hae ran, There lies a pub, the Canny Man Its doors wide open, beckoning all, To share in tales and call. Its doors creak open, as if to say, “Come, wander in, and lose the day", midst the dust, o’ memories past, an’ antiquities, forever last. Inside its walls, a warm embrace, Where weary souls, regain their grace but secret spells surround this halt this sanctuary of the ancient malt. Sae why the name, the Canny Man? Tis sublime of mind, a true Scots-man, A mixt of ken, wi’ intellect, An’ caution commands respect While each glass of whiskey or ale divine lifes woes disolve, an’ plans refine knowledge expands, rhetoric's grace erudition grows at a pace But hark! tis secret, whispered low, Upon passin’ its door, time starts tae slow, Inside the pub, time creeps a slower pace, As whisky’s sipped, it slips embrace. Yes within this haven, a secret did abide, For time, it slowed when they stepped inside, With every whisky poured and downed, The clocks did stop and e’en rewound! With time in reverese, an after comes afore Friends become younger and wittier than before Ever more wit and laughter fills the air Hilarious banter, a joy to share “we are all Canny men” so they cheer “we’re all Canny men” and order more beer and they do dice with the devil wi time forgot, do merry revel Some souls, they say, never left this keep, Forever trapped, suspended sleep, Like starlight snared in a black holes plight frozen in time, eternal night As night deepens and movement turns slow langrous ballet in moons gentle glow orders are taken dispensed by staff time's paradox, a riddle to laugh Sad drinlers forever bound to seat engulfed in a instant, their hearts replete, molasses-like air, trapping their delight, a timeless joy, an eternal flight. Yet, should a drinker slip past its door, Before the last call, when spirits do soar, They'd wake at home with time reset But memory of night all forget So Drinker beware! and run sublime afore you hear, the staff shout "Time!" Drink in wisdom, but heed the call, Escape the Canny, ere shadows fall. Oh, Canny Man, beloved retreat, Where troubles fade and sorrows fleet, With every toast, we raise a cheer, For this cherished pub we hold so dear. So, let us gather, one and all, Within the walls this drinkers hall, And raise our voices, join our clan, To sing the praises of the Canny Man.

Great place for a few beers, very quirky place!