Saltwater

You're walking past the tenements on Bruntsfield Place, maybe coming from a pint at the Canny Man's, when Saltwater pulls you in with the smell of proper frying oil and vinegar. This is takeaway done right: the kind of place where they source decent fish and actually know how to cook it, rather than hiding mediocrity under pretentious names and price tags. There's no sitting down, no craft beer list, no sourdough—just a straightforward counter where you order, wait five minutes, and get something that tastes like it was made by someone who gives a toss. It's the fish bar Bruntsfield's been needing for years, and the 4.5-star rating isn't inflated.