In the Suburbs of NYC! The Bedford Post Inn
Yes, you read that correctly. Last week when in NYC, I decided to hop a train to Bedford, NY to catch up with my best friend from high school Friday night. Now a mother of three kids under the age of 5 (!!!) and living in Bedford, it had been far too long. Booking a room at the Bedford Post Inn, the charming white clapboard inn set amongst the bucolic and rural hills that make up Bedford, was always my plan-- see the aforementioned three kids under the age of 5. I had read about the Inn owned by Richard Gere and his wife Carey Lowell and was eager to check it out.
After giving the kids dinner and passing them off to their Dad (thanks, Pete!!), Liz and I headed for the Bedford Post Inn. We were delighted by the gorgeous minimalist yet cozy room (#8) with wood beams, a fireplace, a fluffy white bed and a huge bathroom with heated floors and a stunning clawfoot tub.
We dropped my bags and went down for dinner at the Farmhouse restaurant, one of the nicest in the area. Dinner was delicious but the real stand out were the wines. The sommalier Meng Chiang was approachable, friendly and recognizing a fellow wine enthusiast, poured us some remarkable tastes of wines to lust for in addition to recommeding the least expensive chardonnay on the menu that was a delight... You're starting to see how Bedford got wild? Or rather, we got wild (and wine soaked) in Bedford?
Many tastes later, we saddled up to the bar. Upon ordering another drink (why?!), a beautiful blonde woman came in and asked us to join her birthday celebration outside. Of course! We ambled out to the 6 person fete assembled before the gorgeous outdoor stone fireplace to join the group which included a moviestar (of course). The moviestar encouraged shots (which we haven't done since college) and we did them (of course!). And this revelry went on for some time.
Needless to say, my included gourmet breakfast delivered to the room -- coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice and a basket of homemade pastries, went untouched the next morning when it was delivered at 8am. The 8:30 yoga class I had been dying to try, not attended by me! Nope. With the worst hangover in history, I managed a soak in the clawfoot tub without drowning and gingerly leaving the Inn, passed aforementioned moviestar at breakfast. He looked fine and credited his fast metabolism and Irish genes to being highly functioning so early, and then sympathetically surmised I must have Scandanavian genes. No, not Scandanavian, just too wimpy for partying in the 'burbs.
I do look forward to returning to Bedford and the Bedford Post Inn to properly enjoy the lovely property, my breakfast, a yoga class and a wine class taught by the brilliant Meng! If they'll have me.