Port O' Leith — Restaurant in City of Edinburgh

Come on, when every other bar has closed - where would you go except the Port O' Leith, It's the absolutely classic authentic Edinburgh experience.

Based in the dock area of Edinburgh, you could be deceived into thinking the Port O' Leith is a rough bar. But, across from the Leith Police station, it's possibly the safest place you can go late night in Edinburgh.The crowd is not cool but excitable and uber-friendly. You'll see middle-aged guys dancing on the bar to Abba - and they're not gay! Just very happy!

If you pop in the daytime, it's worth noting the sailors' flags on the ceiling. Every nationality as found a welcome at the Port O' Leith. The old owner Mary Moriarty (yes, the same name as Sherlock's nemesis) ruled the bar with a smile and an iron will. The new owners have preserved the best of Mary's legacy and the late night tunes are exceptionally fun too. See you there, when you're next feeling...

The Port....... probably one of the best known, and, because of this, best bars in Leith. A very eclectic mix of clientele, music and drinks... there's also a menu which I haven't sampled yet.....never any hassle, gets especially busy at weekends, which makes the place bounce. If you're on holiday and wanting to sample local life, get in there. UPDATE : yesterday the landlord made me a toastie containing a blend of cheeses, chicken, chorizo and jalapeño, with a dollop of sour cream, salsa and guacamole on the side for good measure. If the Grim Reaper had chapped my door last night and said 'it's time".. I would've died a happy man, however, he never showed, so I'm going back for another one today. Nachos are plentiful, and they are Mexico on a plate...food was flying out the door yesterday with clean plates coming back, with one lady requiring a "doggy bag".. good bar snacks presented as...

Choose life. Choose having one for the road before you choose life. Choose an establishment name dropped by Irvine Welsh in 'Trainspotting'. Choose to engage yourself with a bunch of characters that even the most potent imaginations couldn't make up. Choose to take refuge in a dark red boozer in the green corner of Scotland's football obsessed capital. Choose a funking big television that doesn't even show football. Choose the type of watering hole straight out of the 1970's that's managed to dodge the zombie grasps of the cosmopolitan area it's housed in. Choose to feel sea sick as you find yourself surrounded by a host of sailing paraphernalia Choose to go for a quick drink after work on a Friday night. Choose still to be there for some hair of the dog on a Sunday afternoon. Choose life. Choose Leith. Choose The...