House of Domes: A Tuscan afternoon in the South Village

There are meals that you simply eat—and then there are meals that unfold like a story you want to keep retelling. House of Domes is the latter. I slipped in for a quiet weekday lunch with a dear friend, the kind of friend you can exhale with, laugh with, speak in soft conspiratorial tones with. The city outside felt brisk and urgent, but the moment we stepped through the glass-domed terrace, the pace of everything shifted—slowed—became silkier somehow.

The first dome feels like a greenhouse for feelings: gently sunlit, airy, warm. A perfect cocoon for a “let’s just get one drink” that inevitably becomes a lingering afternoon. The main dining room, framed by its second glass dome, glows in amber softness—forest green seating, dark wood finishes, white linens, the kind of setting that encou