My husband and I stayed here for just one night in March, as a night away after our very quiet wedding. It came as a complete surprise to me as I was certain we were going somewhere else! Apparently my husband had picked the Prestonfield because it had a helipad....yes that came as a complete surprise to me as well.......the scattering Prestonfield peacocks looked rather surprised when we arrived too! Perhaps the guest who found the noise of the peacocks irritating, should arrive in future by helicopter......! Its also a wonderful way to see Edinburgh!
From the moment we arrived the legendary attentive service began....the smart kiltie who came to carry our bag was absolutely frozen....he'd been standing by for a while, in a biting wind for us to actually land. A fair impression of stoic dedication to duty!
The facade of the beautiful sandstone building is fairly typical of Edinburgh architecture and as such is reasonably impressive, but in no way does it prepare you for the initial view of the interior. Description defies me, it is remarkably like a stage set, but without the wobbly scenery, although later...having sampled the incredible wine with our equally incredible dinner, I should think more than a few guests will have experienced that particular phenomenon!
The interior shouldn't work..........in fact as a design project it should look incredibly contrived...but somehow it doesn't, and as a mere mortal one cannot help but absolutely love the complete theatre of it all.
We stayed in the 'Winston Churchill' suite, complete with a luxurious bathroom each and all modern conveniences available but hidden discreetly behind gorgeous antique furniture. The liberal use of opulent fabrics in rich shades of aubergine, wine and purple, velvet flocked wallpaper and piles of tasselled and jewelled cushions on the large and extremely comfortable bed certainly helped to make the suite the ultimate in 'let's give the sightseeing a miss' luxury....and not a whiff of stale cigar smoke anywhere!
As we had arrived mid afternoon and were feeling a little peckish, (especially after a couple of glasses of champagne already on ice in our room), we decided to wander down to the 'drawing room', where yet another helpful kilted chap materialised to offer us coffee, drinks, light the log fire, and proffer a 'snack' menu that would put some top class restaurants to shame. I have to admit I spent the afternoon of my wedding in a tapestried room, curled up on a squashy leather chair in front of a roaring fire, glass in hand, stuffing my face with a fantastic brie and cranberry sandwich and getting soundly beaten by my husband at Scrabble! Absolute bliss! In hindsight we should have shared a sarnie.... I could not for love nor money manage a dessert after dinner and had to content myself with longing looks at other diners plates. The Rhubarb restaurant is beautifully elegant, in a surprisingly (compared to the rest of the hotel)muted and restored Georgian way...the service is incredibly attentive but not hoveringly annoying, and the food itself is fantastic and certainly not overpriced. We retired to the drawing room after dinner where my husband ordered an Irish coffee.....this is the ultimate test for him, he considers himself to be a foremost expert on this beverage......... it passed with flying colours! Breakfast did not disappoint either, I think my eggs Benedict were the best ever. In fact the only disappointment of the whole stay, was the fact I knew we had to leave!
Suffice to say ,I am expecting to be taken there again .....for at least a week, to celebrate our anniversary!






