"dinnae mess wi' the canny man’s. that is the marmite of edinburgh pub restaurants. let them explain me; they either love the fact that there is a long list of rules (which are enforced with almost brutal enthusiasm by the personal) banning everything from credit card cameras to backbacks handys, or they hate it as a series of ridiculous positions. I accidentally enjoy the retro/other secular feeling to take money, hide my handy, read the world's most famous elite menu, then write my own order on pads down before it gets at a special place, so the waitress will pick it up. I wouldn't want to do it any meal, but there are hundreds of restaurants where the customer is always being followed to extreme mentality, so it feels right that it says a place that are the rules, are lost if they don't like it. Of course, this is only possible because it can attract customers to their own conditions. some come for the easy Soviet block customer service, some the pretty incredible British museum meets junk shop interieur. which brings me back, however, is the incredible wine list of beer selection and the fantastic selection of high-quality open sandwiches in which the canny man’s has specialized. all in all, I would advise everyone to try it once; whether they go back or not she will be on both sides of this special morning idea marmite debate."
