Listen up, culinary conspirators. There’s a clandestine dining experience brewing in Edinburgh that’s got more intrigue than a bootlegger’s back room. Kyloe Restaurant is pulling back the velvet curtain on a series of underground supper clubs that’ll transport you faster than a getaway car.



First things first – forget everything you know about dining out. This isn’t your typical restaurant reservation. We’re talking about a full-blown immersive experience at Heads & Tales, a bar with more secrets than a prohibition-era gin joint. Pro tip? Double-check that invite. I nearly sent my unsuspecting friend on a wild goose chase to the wrong location.

The Secret Knock

Imagine this: you approach a nondescript door. No flashy signs. No neon. Just you, a secret code, and a door girl who’s committed to the whole bit. Knock. Whisper the password. Wait. It’s like entering a different world – one where every detail screams 1920s glamour with a modern twist.

The transformation is magical. What was once a cocktail bar becomes an intimate dining space for the night, complete with waiters (big shout out to ours, Joshua, who played his part with style and panache) who look like they’ve stepped straight out of a vintage film reel – crisp white coat-tails, pressed black trousers, the works.

The Culinary Con Game

Here’s the deal: you’re not just eating. You’re experiencing a story. Each course, each cocktail is a chapter in a narrative that’ll keep you guessing.

My personal highlight? A slow-cooked ox cheek that would make Al Capone himself tip his fedora. It’s paired with an earthy walnut spaghetti that whispers tales of underground Chicago.



And the cocktails? Good God. These aren’t your grandmother’s drinks. Take the Aviation – a Porter’s Gin concoction that’s part chemistry, part poetry. Cocchi Americano, Noilly Prat, a splash of pineapple, a hint of bergamot and cardamom. It’s like a liquid rebellion in a glass and paired brilliantly with the Ham & Pineapple course.


The Fine Print
For the price of £49.50, you’re getting more than a meal. You’re getting a ticket to a time machine. Throw in an extra £30 for the cocktail pairing, and you’ll be living your best bootlegger life.

These nights are hotter than a Tommy gun and twice as quick to sell out. Book fast before the metaphorical police raid shuts down this delicious operation. Cheers and see you underground, if you know the code!


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