(Visited January 2013)
Lunch here on a January weekday, the room is very quiet, very bright, the menu looks appealing, a promising combination.
A celeriac soup is decent but plain-plain. Textural variations or any interest whatsoever have deserted this dish. And what are these? Oh well: there is a textural variation after all, but not of the welcome sort: some stringy bits from the celeriac have been left in. All this at a price 25% higher than what you can have, for the same or better quality, in any simple brasserie that isn’t attached to a luxury hotel.
A main of grilled pork with lentils is good in flavour and texture. Pity then for another textural variation: the lentils contain stones. Who knows, if we were from the US we might sue, but we aren’t and we don’t.
Service was kind but also of the kind that serves pork with the words ‘Here’s your chicken’. There was in general a complete unawareness of food and establishment.
Everyhting at Hadrian’s shouted ‘I can do better than this’, I’m not the distracted and amateurish place you are seeing. But this is what it looked on this visit, and there’s too much going on in Edinburgh to even think of going back.