Earl of Marchmont

Earl of Marchmont
22 Marchmont Crescent, Edinburgh, EH9 1HG
  • Telephone 0131 662 1877
  • Seasonal times Opens at 3pm during January and February
  • Food served Mon–Sat noon–1am; Sun noon–midnight.
  • Average price £8 (lunch); £8 (evening meal)
  • Website theearlofmarchmont.blogspot.com
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Much like its Canongate sister the White Horse, the Earl is a grand mixture of classic Edinburgh local and funked-up eclectic touches. The crowd is a hotch-potch of students, cheery thirty-somethings and a clutch of venerable regulars decorating the front of the small bar. The atmosphere is generally convivial, and the drinks selection is a strong suit, with a great mixture of cocktails (available Mon–Thu) and intelligently selected house wines sitting alongside traditional whiskies and ales. The food is somewhat weaker: nachos lack any discernible flavour and a lamb hotpot, although tasty, is served in portions not designed to satisfy serious hunger pangs. Nonetheless this is a reliably lovely spot for an evening’s chatter over a bottle or two, and the pretty pavement seating makes a good spot to watch the world wander by on pleasant evenings.

  • High point: Lovely ambience
  • Low point: Food fails to live up to expectations
  • Provides: Vegetarian options (at least ¼ main courses), Children's portions, Wheelchair access, Outdoor tables, Free wi-fi
  • Music on stereo: Laidback swing
  • Live entertainment: Sporadically
  • Capacity: 45
  • Largest group: 45
  • Open since: 2008
  • Number of wines sold by the glass: 8
  • House wine: £12.95 per bottle

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