Opulence and elegance mean the Dome is the epitome of glamour. It was one of the pioneers of George Street’s transformation, recasting a grand bank as a stylish hospitality hub and setting our aspirations for a night out. The Grill Room bar has become the place to be seen for a glass of prosecco. The fabulous dome – designed to give the 19th century bankers as much light as possible for inspecting banknotes – together with dramatic chandeliers create an ethereal atmosphere. The Club Room is where leather and reflections conjure up a comfortable dynamic and is perfect for a relaxed lunch or supper. Linger for mid-morning coffee or afternoon tea in this refuge from urban life.
Dinner at the Dome is an irresistible treat featuring local produce imaginatively – and impeccably – served. We venture past the magnificent central bar to the dining area of the Grill Room. As we appreciate the menu and its international influences, we revel in the cosmopolitan mix of guests and pick from the global selection of house wines. To start, nothing could be more local than haggis, but parcelled in filo pastry and floated on creamy whisky and mustard sauce, it becomes a world class citizen. A rich taste of Italy comes from the tomato and basil sauce which circles crisp thin discs of breadcrumb-coated and pan-fried aubergine.
For a main course, we head east and find the punch of sweet chilli-dressed salmon. The baked fish reveals sumptuous sautéed pak choi atop silky noodles. No less impressive is the chicken. Teamed with a robust pork and chestnut stuffing, this hearty dish transports you to an Alpine chalet. The tender meat, creamy potatoes and the intense greens slaloming into the white wine sauce.
Portions are generous, but desserts irresistible. Like their predecessors, they look a picture. Accessorized with a keen eye, physalis, strawberry and icing sugar powder add the fashionable finishing touch. A pear and almond tart delicately teamed with vanilla ice cream was strong competition for the trio of delights dreamed up by chef for a true chocoholic. With the white chocolate icecream this was, in fact, a quartet of poppet puds each a fantasy in chocolate.