Shhh! It's a secret
I'm... a bit hesitant to write about this last weekend. I am hesitant not because it was bad; I am hesitant because it was good. See, I don't want other people to read about the fabulous time I had at this particular place and suddenly all want to go there, thus not leaving room for people like me.
See, this place, this hotel, is a place for people who love reading, quiet, and perfect afternoons sitting in the sun of a loft while a small cat named Shelley quietly sits near you.
Each room in this place is named for a different author and decorated to match. Authors include Tolkien, Shakespeare, Austen, Twain, Poe, Melville, and Christie. (The Poe room is particularly special: there is a pendulum over the bed!)
I stayed in Oscar Wilde. While there, the hotel cat spent a lot of time there, sleeping on the corner of my bed, purring, and looking at me through one barely opened eye. There is also a journal in each room, and as a guest you can write an entry of your stay. Some entries are funny, some boring, some strange, some unreadable, and in the end I added my own entry.
There is a library on the premises, though you should take your own book to be assured of reading a book you like while there. I took Tess of the D'Urbervilles. One of the most fabulous parts, however, is the absolute quiet of the library. There is even a no cell phone policy there. I hardly looked at my phone the whole weekend. Also contributing to the quiet is the fact that it is not kid-friendly. No crying, to whining, no running children (oh my gosh, I think I just turned 79). Anyway, it is quiet.
Then there's the view. From nearly every perch you can see the ocean. If your room doesn't have a direct view, you are probably pretty close to one. You have a perfect view of the sunset from the library, if going outside is deemed too cold.
And then there's dinner. Dinner, of course, is extra, but oh-so-worth it. There are a million courses, and everything takes time, but in the meanwhile, you play two truths and a lie. Your table is filled with random people from the hotel, and you take turns trying to stump one another. I did not stump the table, but I take great pride in knowing that only one person at the table guessed correctly, though for the wrong reasons. Dinner started at 7:30, and I didn't make it back upstairs to my room until 10:20. In the meantime, dinner was delicious, the company was genial, and holy crap I sound like some stupid reviewer.
Well, just know that I had a lovely, relaxing weekend, and if you really want to know the name of the place, ask me. I might decide you are worthy of this knowledge.
See, this place, this hotel, is a place for people who love reading, quiet, and perfect afternoons sitting in the sun of a loft while a small cat named Shelley quietly sits near you.
Each room in this place is named for a different author and decorated to match. Authors include Tolkien, Shakespeare, Austen, Twain, Poe, Melville, and Christie. (The Poe room is particularly special: there is a pendulum over the bed!)
I stayed in Oscar Wilde. While there, the hotel cat spent a lot of time there, sleeping on the corner of my bed, purring, and looking at me through one barely opened eye. There is also a journal in each room, and as a guest you can write an entry of your stay. Some entries are funny, some boring, some strange, some unreadable, and in the end I added my own entry.
There is a library on the premises, though you should take your own book to be assured of reading a book you like while there. I took Tess of the D'Urbervilles. One of the most fabulous parts, however, is the absolute quiet of the library. There is even a no cell phone policy there. I hardly looked at my phone the whole weekend. Also contributing to the quiet is the fact that it is not kid-friendly. No crying, to whining, no running children (oh my gosh, I think I just turned 79). Anyway, it is quiet.
Then there's the view. From nearly every perch you can see the ocean. If your room doesn't have a direct view, you are probably pretty close to one. You have a perfect view of the sunset from the library, if going outside is deemed too cold.
And then there's dinner. Dinner, of course, is extra, but oh-so-worth it. There are a million courses, and everything takes time, but in the meanwhile, you play two truths and a lie. Your table is filled with random people from the hotel, and you take turns trying to stump one another. I did not stump the table, but I take great pride in knowing that only one person at the table guessed correctly, though for the wrong reasons. Dinner started at 7:30, and I didn't make it back upstairs to my room until 10:20. In the meantime, dinner was delicious, the company was genial, and holy crap I sound like some stupid reviewer.
Well, just know that I had a lovely, relaxing weekend, and if you really want to know the name of the place, ask me. I might decide you are worthy of this knowledge.