Situated off the beaten track of Picton High Street(emphasis on the word ‘beaten’) means the Edinburgh can remain a comfortingly traditional pub, as opposed to nearby boozers which feel like poorly-renovated smack dens. With its ramshackle furniture cluttering the back room, green leather benches skirting the walls and resident little doggy scratching its rear on the underside of the tables, there’s a gratifying rusticity to the Edinburgh. The place feels well lived-in, yet in good nick. The fact the said leather upholstery isn’t patched and slashed to buggery makes me think that this is solely a haunt of the non-thuggish.