There were many city mice in the countryside last month as my friends were married in the Berkshires. When we arrived in Lenox, MA our first stop was a welcome cocktail at The Gateways Inn. What a cozy experience! All of us New Yorkers showed up in our black attire as to be expected (no memo was sent). We noshed on the Mediterranean spread and took full advantage of the open bar. The mountains, actual fresh air, and trees provided a nice change of scenery for all and a romantic setting for their special day. I was excited to see this long sought after relaxation destination once and for all.
Our home for the weekend was The Kemble Inn pictured above. Priding itself on its “Ralph Lauren style in Lenox” and reputation for NOT being “your grandmother’s bed and breakfast” it is an impressive sight to see (particularly in the evening) when it is illuminated in white light.
The salon at The Kemble Inn (pictured above) is suitable for enjoying a spot of tea whilst reading your favourite novel. Careful now, her royal highness is watching you.
Here we indulged in a late-night pizza party provided by Domino’s which included that sinful buttery dipping sauce for our artery clogging enjoyment.
Additionally, there are other sitting areas to be enjoyed for conversing or deep contemplation of man’s existential dilemma. The mountainous view is not bad either.
When our beds were turned down for the evening, magical snacks appeared like this one above!
Alas, when the day had come to a close all of the snoozey guests made their way back to their chambres and admired the glorious chandelier hovering over the foyer.
Waking up wasn’t hard to do with these heavenly breakfast options offered a la carte. The three step ordering process included your choice of freshly squeezed juice, fresh pastry assortment with a parfait of granola, berries and Greek yogurt and finally selecting a warm main dish. As if there was any room left!
Breakfast on day one (for me) was Eggs Florentine pictured above. Alongside is the neighboring granola and freshly squeezed grapefruit juice. I must have had four glasses each morning.
Before the wedding ceremony commenced we toured a little of Lenox first and then Great Barrington which is located about 25 minutes away. Stuffed to the gills but always looking for an adventure, I joined in for a trip to the local cafe called Haven. It’s a cozy place with a local-organic philosophy, turning out freshly baked goods with breakfast, brunch and lunch. They offer some interesting items for the kitchen and quite the coffee concoctions that could make a Starbucks Barista cry!
Check this picture out above: Salted Caramel Mocha Breve! Shite’s Real Yo… Espresso with caramel, chocolate, Himalayan sea salt, and steamed half and half. If there could be breakfast in a coffee cup, this would be it. (My faithful followers might recognize this photo from real-time on Instagram).
I couldn’t be the only one not eating, so I ordered a cup of their soup of the day “Roasted Eggplant and Chickpea”. It was nice and hearty! It came with a serving of their freshly baked bread.
Here we have an illustration in lieu of the average Joe’s contact information. Who needs a generic commentary on their experience at Haven?
The Main Street of Great Barrington is full of cute Mom-and-Pop shops and little boutiques. I found the Americana Store by Tasha Polizzi to be the most noteworthy. Be sure not to leave without a tribal-poncho. You will regret it.
While in town, Gypsy Joynt is a must-visit.
It redefines the term “Sensory Overload”. Check out the view from the entrance. Somewhere in there is a stage for live performances.
If their interior decorator wasn’t high at work, their baker sure was! They turn out cinnamon rolls so large they barely squeeze into an 8×10″ box. I made sure to pick one up for my Dad along with an assortment of their inflated psychedelic cookies. He likes pastries… He really likes giant pastries. All the more to love.
They have an interesting system where you order your things at the counter, pay and sit down at a table with a number until you are served. I haven’t experienced this since frequenting pubs in the UK. Somehow they nail the delivery without a numbered sign!
After our adventure in town, the sun was going down. It was almost show time as we made our way back to The Kemble Inn.
There was more and more delicious foodies to follow our big day of adventures in the mountains.
The after party was hosted by Rumpy’s (short for Rumpelstiltskin’s) located around the corner. What the bartenders lacked in personality (general all around courtesy) they made up for with freshly popped popcorn and lava lamps. Who doesn’t love a good lava lamp?
If you’re coming there for an after party or the venue seems out of the ordinarily busy, keep an eye on your belongings. If you lose anything the bartender likes to point and laugh. He looks a bit like Rumpelstiltskin himself actually.
In spite of my mishap with a blazer that went MIA, I’d go back in a heartbeat if not to dance around that pole again… Whoops!
I worked up a healthy appetite for the next day! My selection wasn’t as exciting on day two. However I was equally excited to wake up to my freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, my granola parfait and lots and lots and lots of coffee. The fluffilicious-pancakes did my life wonders! Really, I was a better person for them.
This trip to The Berkshires was certainly a delightful experience. There is something really special about a destination wedding. Not only do you get to see your friends on the happiest day of their lives, but you share a sentimental experience in one of their favorite places on earth. Luckily, I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing this many times during my official “Tour de Bridesmaid” in the last half a decade.
I do hope I’ll be back to The Berkshires one day, if not Lenox perhaps to spa with the stars at Canyon Ranch. Who am I kidding? They don’t serve alcohol on premise. Ba ha ha ha!
Yours Always and Forever,