Fingers Piano Bar

The thing about Fingers (or «FINGAAS» as we sometimes shout it on a drunk night out) is that you should not go in with champagne jazz bar expectations.
Fingers is the place to be after the other pubs and clubs shut, and you’re not hip, young or rich enough for any actual clubs.
There are also some rules…
Rule nr 1: Don’t go before 1am.
Rule nr 2: Only go when tipsy, drunk or in the mood for a singalong.
Rule nr 3: Don’t get annoyed by drunk people or by how busy it is.
If you abide by all of these rules, you’re going to have a GREAT OLD time!
The piano man will play great and bad singalongs, and you will sing and dance along at your best ability. The place stays open late, so there will be drunk people (I am one of them), and that’s just the place it is. There is booze, I couldn’t tell you what exactly, but it does the job.
FINGAAS!

I have mixed feelings on this place. It’s something different in Edinburgh with the piano man playing a mix of songs. There’s always a great atmosphere as people seem to love it and crowd around the piano man. The bouncers were really nice too minding my friends suitcase as she had just come in on a flight, which they didn’t need to do. At the same time it is really small, dingy, and always crammed full of quite drunk people. It is totally overpriced for booze too. My friend bought two jagerbombs and it came to around £10.20?!? Seriously crazy price as far as I’m concerned! Other friends commented on the booze being expensive. I’ve only been here three times, first time was great, second time was meh and third time was fun.
I wouldn’t go here regularly but it’s fun to go to once in a while.

Piano Bar just conjures up images of smokey, dark rooms where 1930’s prohibition type characters ooze class and mischief while somebody playfully tinkles on a baby grand in the centre of a room. Classy.
This piano bar, doesnt really cut that image though. Firstly, for a piano bar, there isnt always somebody on the piano — making it more of a crappy bar bar than anything. Even when there is somebody on the piano, they arent always great.
The Piano Bar itself is (dare I say it?) a bit dirty and certainly very shabby, while the floors and serfices are sticky from perhaps years worth of over priced drink being spilt.
Not what I had expected.

I used to come her practically every day of the week when I worked for the festival last august. As it was open till 5am during the fringe, it made for a great haunt! But to be honest, one of the only reasons we went was because of the late opening hours!
Although it is a jazz piano bar, there isn’t much jazzy about it. It’s an old-​looking place that could do with a make-​over. The floor and tables are sticky and it’s quite messy.
Saying that, however, when there is a pianist there is an electric atmosphere. It’s briliant fun and is one of the best places to be in the city!
So, following this quite inconclusive and contradictory review, i’d say give it a go, it’s a hit or a miss with fingers

I had this image in my head of a beautiful blonde in a cocktail gown draped over a white grand piano, a handsome crooner sitting tinkling the ivories and singing a jazz or swing tune to stun the whole bar into silence.
What I got was a dark, dingy bar, full to the brim with old men with seriously wandering eyes, and very, very over-​priced booze. I wasn’t at all impressed when I went here for a Uni friends birthday celebrations, although they seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it’s an acquired taste?
Not impressive, dark, expensive and sort of creepy. Avoid.

Imagine a small amount of space in a basement area, which is also very dark, packed with people (some of whom are friends with your parents) and there’s a man singing and playing a mix of classic and modern hits on the piano. If this scenario appeals to you, then head on down the stairs to the underworld of chords and chaos that is Fingers Piano Bar.
I’ll be straight about this from the beginning. When I go out, the key things I appreciate are a decent sized dance floor, it doesn’t have to be massive, just decent, plus a range of hits being played that suit my musical tastes, although I’m not too fussy, anything that you can vaguely dance to is fine with me. Fingers does not meet these requirements enough to my liking, therefore, as much as crooning by the piano can be fun for a little while, I usually very quickly get restless dancing feet, and feel the need to creep away quietly and move on to somewhere else where I can get my dancing fix. It’s not that I don’t like the combination of singing plus piano, or piano bars in general, it’s just that I’m not really keen on it in this setting. A nice classy piano plonked into a crazy nightclub setting just doesn’t hit the right note with me (pun intended).