Most people treat the drive from New York to Maine like a punishment. Head north on I-95, white-knuckle through Providence, count the miles until Bar Harbor. That’s one way to do it. The other way is to stop in the…
We still get guests who show up at the Inn, and lean in to ask at breakfast (at a murmur) if Greenwich is a safe area for them. I chuckle at that. Not because it’s silly, but because the answer…
The Metro-North pulls in, the doors open, and the first thing you notice is the quiet. No traffic, no parking garage, no one honking. You have a few hours ahead of you and nothing to manage except where you want…
Most plan weekend getaways from New York City backwards. They start with a list of the most famous places and attempt to cram as much as they can into thirty-six hours. Three towns. Five restaurants. A museum. A scenic drive.…
Every year, around mid-May, a certain look crosses the faces of New Yorkers planning their Memorial Day weekend. You know what I’m talking about: The look of abject horror after checking the traffic forecast for the Long Island Expressway on…
There’s a version of a New England road trip from NYC where you drive straight up I-95 to Boston without stopping. There, you eat a lobster roll, and call it New England. And that’s fine, I guess. But you’ll miss…
Everyone claims the Fourth of July. But New England owns it. After all: The opening act of the American Revolution unfolded in our corner of the country. And the towns have been celebrating its anniversary since before the federal holiday…
Here’s a theory I’ve had for a while: the best thing about New York City is how easy it is to leave. Not forever, of course (that would be insane). But for a weekend. Or even just a long Saturday.…
Most people treat the Boston to New York drive like a chore to get through. Four hours of I-95, one coffee stop at a Connecticut service plaza, maybe a minor incident near New Haven. Done. And that’s one way to…
Coastal New England looks perfect in your mind’s eye. It does in mine, at least. Especially mid-winter. Seafoam houses. Little harbors full of boats. A beach bag tossed in the backseat as you go from town to town. In your…
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