HOUSE OF GODS
It’s uncharacteristically sunny in Edinburgh when my travel companion and I tumble through the doors of House of Gods in the Cowgate. We’re blinking in the half-light, wishing we’d been wearing our shades, when our vision adjusts to the gloom and we realise to our delight that we’re standing not at a clinical reception desk but at the hotel’s cosy in-house bar. We exchange a grin. This is going to be good.
It’s an atmospheric space: dark wood panelling, pink leather booths and ornate screens are offset by
