The Morrison is a Scottish gastropub in Atwater Village that is the modern answer to the much older, Renaissance-inspired Tam ‘O Shanter.

While, the TOS is filled with a mix of the geriatric and hipster set, the Morrison is more geared toward the youths of the Eastside. Anyone not needing a cane, except on rare occasion, is welcome to enter.

We didn’t try a ton of food on our first visit, but I enjoyed what we did have.

What I liked about the Fish and Chips was the fish was fried within an inch of it’s life. No soggy bits to be found. Soggy fried fish is more common then you’d think, sadly. The fries were a bit tiny but you get plenty of them and I enjoyed the seasoning salt they were coated with.

The Deviled Eggs could have done without the slab of anchovy on top but they were very tasty without it.

The olives were a bit flavorless but the pickles were incredible. Order those, without hesitation. Now. Did I stutter?

The Butterscotch Bread Pudding is over the top good and enormous, good for sharing with everyone at the table. And perhaps anyone in the vicinity of 30 feet.

They had a great beer selection and during happy hour, all the drafts are only $5 (there’s a lot to choose from).

The service was probably some of the friendliest I’ve ever encountered in LA. Genuine smiles, always checking on us, dealing with our chaotic ordering. It was a very pleasant surprise.

Unlike Link n Hops, The Morrison is definitely worth a road trip from wherever you live. Even if you live in Scotland. I bet they don’t even have deviled eggs there. What a sad lot.

3179 Los Feliz Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90039
(323) 667-1839
themorrisonla.com

For our second visit, we took part in the Morrison’s “Robert Burns Night”, an annual celebration of the Scottish poet most famous for writing “Auld Lang Syne”.

The host of the evening was Johnnie “The Scot” Mundell and he started the event by presenting the ceremonial haggis followed by a bagpipe player and the reading of traditional poetry.

Throughout the night, people were invited to come up and read any kind of poem they wanted. For a reward, they were given a free slug of scotch. Several from our group got up as well, Chesty seemed to have found her calling. Except for the minor Irish/Scottish mixup in the beginning of her speech. Luckily, the patrons of the pub did not throw any neeps or tatties (turnips or potatoes) at her.

It was a very fun evening, I highly recommend it for anyone that would like that sort of thing.