Stories from Nectar Bar Edinburgh

I should be upfront about something before we get into this. The platters are our most ordered items. By a significant margin. And I have a slightly complicated relationship with that fact, because my honest opinion is that the best way to eat at Nectar is not to order a platter at all. It is to order five or six individual dishes, share everything across the table, and let the meal develop in the way that Greek sharing food is really designed to do. But most of our guests wo

I have been on Broughton Street every day for the better part of a year. I walk it in the morning before we open, I walk it late at night after we close, and I have eaten and drunk my way along almost every stretch of it in between. That gives me a reasonably strong opinion about what makes it one of the most interesting streets in Edinburgh for food and drink, and an equally strong opinion about what it is not. It is not the Royal Mile. It is not a tourist route, not a desti

There is a moment that happens at Nectar fairly regularly with this wine. Someone is ordering a bottle, usually because they have asked what goes well with the meat platter and I have pointed them toward the Xinomavro. The bottle arrives at the table. I open it and pour the first glass. They take a sip, pause slightly, and then look at the wine with a different kind of attention. Not confusion exactly. More like recalibration. They were expecting something, and this is someth

There is a particular kind of Edinburgh evening that does not get written about enough. It starts with a table on Broughton Street sometime around half past five. A drink while you look at the menu. Food that arrives at the right pace and leaves you satisfied but not heavy. A walk up the hill to the Playhouse in time to find your seats without rushing. Two hours of something that stays with you. And then, if the evening is going well, the walk back down again to somewhere war

Every August, Edinburgh becomes a different city. The population roughly doubles. Every spare room in a ten mile radius is rented out to a comedian, a theatre troupe, or a solo performer who has been working on their show for two years and is quietly terrified. The Royal Mile turns into a parade of flyering, shouting, singing and general theatrical desperation. Cowgate stays open until four in the morning. And scattered across every church hall, basement, converted car park a

If you have ever bitten into a piece of cold halloumi and felt that curious, almost musical squeak against your teeth, you already know that this is not a normal cheese. It announces itself differently. It behaves differently. And when it is grilled and served hot, it transforms into something that is very difficult to stop eating. Halloumi is one of my favourite things on the Nectar menu, and I say that as someone who has eaten more of it than is probably reasonable. There i

There is a particular kind of afternoon that Edinburgh does better than almost anywhere else. Not the hectic Saturday of tourist crowds on the Royal Mile or the purposeful Friday evening that has somewhere to be. Something quieter than both. The afternoon that belongs to nobody's plan in particular. The one that finds its own shape. It usually starts the same way. Someone is passing through. On their way into the city or on their way home from somewhere. They notice the warm

A good friend of mine visited Nectar for the first time not long ago. He had come up from London for the weekend and we had arranged to meet on a Friday evening. He arrived, looked around at the tables filling up, ordered a drink, and turned to me with a slightly puzzled expression. It feels like people gather here for drinks after work, he said. Just like pub culture in London. Is that the thing everywhere? I had to smile. Some days it is, some days it is not. But the honest

One of the questions we get asked most often is how we decide what goes on the menu. The honest answer is that the menu is never quite decided. It is always in the process of becoming something slightly better than it was. Every three months we reprint. Every month we run a special. Every week something new is being tried behind the bar or tested in the kitchen, quietly and without announcement, waiting to see whether it is good enough to earn its place in front of a guest. T

Edinburgh is one of the best cities in the UK for a hen party. Not because it has the biggest clubs or the loudest bars, though it has both if that is what you are after. Because it has something more useful than that: a genuinely varied and high-quality hospitality scene compressed into a city small enough to walk across in twenty minutes. That concentration matters more than most people realise when they are planning a group evening. In Edinburgh you can have dinner in a Me

Private dining in Edinburgh tends to mean one of two things. A hotel function room where the carpet does not match the chairs and the food arrives under silver cloches from a kitchen you will never see. Or a curtained-off corner of a restaurant where you can still hear the table next to you ordering dessert. Nectar is neither of those things. When you hire a space at Nectar, you are hiring a proper cocktail bar and Greek kitchen on one of Edinburgh's most characterful indepen

Edinburgh is one of the best cities in the UK to eat in right now. I say that as someone who has lived here long enough to have opinions and eaten in enough places to back them up. The restaurant scene has changed enormously in the last few years, with independent venues doing genuinely ambitious work sitting alongside long-established institutions that have earned their reputation across decades. There are hundreds of places to choose from. This is not a comprehensive list.

There is a moment with the Warmth Within that almost every guest experiences and almost none of them expect. The heat arrives, but not where you thought it would. Not on the lips. Not on the tongue. Somewhere further back, lower down, a warmth that spreads rather than stings and fades slowly rather than demanding immediate relief. It is the kind of spice that makes you want another sip rather than a glass of water. That effect is not accidental. It is the whole point of the d

When people find out that half of our menu at Nectar is vegetarian or vegan, the reaction is usually some version of pleasant surprise. A Mediterranean gastro bar that entered the Edinburgh scene leading with cocktails and Greek sharing plates does not immediately read as a venue that takes plant-based dining seriously. But that surprise says more about the assumptions people bring to Mediterranean food than it does about the food itself. Because in the Greek kitchen, vegetab

There are dishes on a menu that you design, and there are dishes that arrive fully formed from somewhere older than the restaurant itself. Our Spinach and Leek Pitta belongs firmly in the second category. It did not come from a recipe book, a food trend, or a conversation about what might work well on a sharing plate menu. It came from Margarita's family, from decades of preparation in Greek kitchens, and from a tradition that predates Nectar by several generations. This is t

There is a moment that happens at almost every table at Nectar when a clarified cocktail arrives for the first time. The guest looks at it. Then at the menu. Then back at the drink. Then usually at whoever is with them, with an expression that sits somewhere between confusion and curiosity. The drink in the glass looks nothing like the ingredients listed next to it. It is clear, or close to clear, when everything about its description suggested it should be cloudy, rich, or d

If you have spent any time at Nectar, you have likely crossed paths with Chris. As General Manager and co-founder, he moves between the floor, the bar, the kitchen and the office, making sure everything runs smoothly while still taking time to connect with guests. His journey to Broughton Street did not follow a traditional hospitality path, but that is exactly what shapes how he approaches the venue today. What is your background, and how did it lead you to Nectar? I grew up

Most visitors to Edinburgh spend their time on the Royal Mile, Princes Street and George Street. All three are worth your time. But if you want to understand what Edinburgh actually feels like to the people who live here, you need to come further down into the New Town and find Broughton Street. Broughton Street runs northeast from the heart of Edinburgh's Georgian New Town down towards Leith Walk, and it has a character that is entirely its own. Independent businesses, a str

People often ask what makes Nectar special. Is it the cocktails? The food? The atmosphere? Of course, we care deeply about all of those things. But the real answer is simpler. It’s the feeling. When we opened Nectar, we didn’t just want to create another cocktail bar and restaurant. We wanted to build a space where people genuinely enjoy being. Somewhere you can walk through the door and instantly feel at ease. Somewhere warm, relaxed and welcoming, without it feeling forced

The martini is probably the most misunderstood cocktail on any bar menu. Not because it is complicated to make, but because the number of decisions involved in ordering one can feel overwhelming to anyone who has not done it before. The result is that most people default to a single combination they have heard somewhere, "very dry, shaken, straight up," without fully understanding what those words mean or whether that combination actually reflects what they enjoy. The martini