The Hermitage Inn
The Hermitage Inn, our fourth inn and the catalyst for a vexing habit I’ve found myself adopting… procrastination. I’m sure we’re all familiar with the, “I just don’t have time” and “that can wait until tomorrow,” mantra. All of the things that get in the way of being productive: exercising, family, the holidays, eating, working, napping, shopping, cleaning the house, painting one’s nails, daydreaming, watching the golden globes… So I sit down after far too much evading the topic to write this post, something I have actually been excited about writing since I got in the car to head home. Perhaps my procrastination is simply a vice I will have to embrace and slowly attempt to subdue like a petulant child. Or possibly future posts will have a suspiciously Greg-sounding spin.
The Carriage House at the Hermitage Inn
The Hermitage Inn’s original structure dates back to 1842, a time when it was still a private farmhouse. Over the years the property changed hands several times as historic properties tend to do and ultimately fell into the hands of James McGovern, an avid hunter, wine enthusiast and occasional art collector with an affinity for Michel Delacroix prints. The inn’s walls are still very much covered in the prints, an interesting conversation piece if you find yourself suffering through a particularly stuffy dinner in the formal dining room. Aside from the plentiful artwork the inn has multiple other attractions including beautifully maintained hiking trails, ice skating, tubing or skiing nearby. Unfortunately for us, Continue reading
We were invited several weeks ago up to New Hampshire by a friend of mine to join her on a hike of Mt. Washington, an annual tradition for her family. Having missed our vacation last March and failing to conquer our hike of Mt. Lincoln on the Lincoln-Lafayette loop over the summer (infuriating summertime, snow-covered dead president!) we jumped at the chance to take on the highest mountain in northeastern U.S. Since it is a bit of a drive to North Conway and the mountain from the city, we decided to take a mini vacation for a romantic weekend in the mountains. In classic Greg style, he found us a last minute room at the elegant, cozy and exactly-perfect-for-the-occasion, Wentworth Inn.
After an abbreviated work week we hopped in the car and sped up to New Hampshire for our little weekend extravaganza. The drive itself is beautiful during the day with scenic views and rhythmic winding roads. Unfortunately, by the time we stopped to collect dinner and an appropriate amount of alcohol it was past dusk so we missed most of the views and the lull of the meandering roads put me right to sleep. Sorry Greg!
10K run, cuisine hunt, road trip and of course the prospective inn adjudication. Divine exhaustion! Actually, I was excited for the weekend of April 3rd and couldn’t wait to head down to The Red Lion Inn in Cohasset, MA. The Inn presented an intriguing puzzle and I am extremely fond of puzzles.
Red Lion Inn
A few weeks prior, while hunting online for a suitable intermediate step between our routine runs and the Marine Corps Half Marathon my vivacious better half stumbled upon the Road Race by the Sea 10K. Perfect! We signed up for the race and reviewed the inn choices in the seaside town of Cohasset. Our only real choices were the Red Lion Inn and the Cohasset Harbor Resort so I did a little online digging and found out that the Red Lion Inn had a controversial review history with more than a few hostile remarks. We decided it was intriguing enough to warrant a stay, but just to be safe we would heed some of the advice.
I called and made a reservation with Elke, the Innkeeper and requested that she e-mail me some sort of confirmation. (More than one of the reviews had noted being quoted one price and charged another.) Well, the confirmation was bit of an ordeal…. Continue reading
The Inn at Mill Falls
New Years Day this year (2011) was exponentially more than just a new day with a fresh year tacked on the end. We accidentally had an adventure that lead us to many firsts, including what is currently our favorite Inn in New Hampshire. We enjoyed a quick bite of exquisite cuisine, heavily poured cocktails and cozy accommodations with a side of mutually amorous conversation; oh yeah and the stunning view from our room didn’t hurt either,could have been straight from a Monet. But let me back up and start from the beginning…
After a fun, despite somewhat mundane, New Years Eve we set off to visit friends in the wilderness of New Hampshire. I was in the process of planning to move to Boston and our good friends were going to guide me on my search, so we were eager to visit their remote New Hampshire farmhouse and soak in the necessary details of the greater Boston real estate market. Upon leaving our rather plain New Years resort accommodations I received a message from our friends stating that they were not quite ready for us, could we wait until 4 or 5 that evening? Given the opportunity to explore the scenic highways of New Hampshire we happily accepted the change in plans and focused our search on a suitable lunch destination. Our friends most apologetically provided a laundry list of lunching choices and at random we chose The Lakehouse Grille for its location on Lake Winnipesaukee.
When we arrived I immediately remembered Church Landing from a past summer’s brief vacation to New Hampshire. I was instantly excited and ready to quell my rumbling stomach after two hours rolling around in the car. We wandered in and were warmly greeted by the hostess who regretfully informed us that the dining room was currently closed, being between the hours of three and five o’clock but that we were free to sit at the bar and indulge in their bar menu. The bar menu by the way, is anything but bar food. We nibbled on refreshing steakhouse salad and creamy lobster bisque accompanied by delicious and highly alcohol-laden martinis. Yum!