Here’s the funny part: the hotel feels posh, but not in a “don’t touch the curtains” way. The lobby has these massive chandeliers and marble columns, yet the staff are all wearing sneakers and cracking jokes. It’s like your cool aunt decided to redecorate a Victorian manor.
Also, the bar. The bar is called “The Bonnie Badger,” which is a terrible name for a cocktail but a great name for a pub. They do a mean Old Fashioned. I had two. Maybe three. I stopped counting when the barman started telling me about his cat, Mr. Whiskers. (Hi, Dave, if you’re reading this.)
The secret weapon: the terrace itself
If you book here, beg for a room overlooking the Royal Terrace Gardens. It’s basically a private park for the residents, but hotel guests can use it too. I saw a bride taking photos there at 7 AM in full dress while a pigeon stole her croissant.
Crowne Plaza - Royal Terrace - Edinburgh - GoHen
It’s that kind of place—just chaotic enough to feel real, but polished enough that you don’t feel robbed. The Wi-Fi is free and actually works, which in 2026 should be a given but somehow isn’t. Seriously, Marriott, I’m looking at you.
