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Falls Village Inn, Falls Village, CT
Rumor has it that the Falls Village Inn was once a brothel. Two years ago, when Susan Sweetapple and Colin Chambers bought the dilapidated 1834 property in Litchfield County, garish flocked wallpaper lined a warren of unused upstairs rooms. Happily, the fledgling innkeepers found a godmother: the celebrated interior designer Bunny Williams lives down the road and offered her decorating services gratis. Williams is known for providing a place to put your feet up and your drink down. For the inn’s two rooms and two suites, she selected patterned quilts and coverlets, botanical prints, and crisp linen upholstery. New bathrooms with graphic black-and-white tiles were carved out of closets. (But hold out for the Green Room if you want an actual tub. Doesn’t anybody take a bath anymore?) The dining room showcases the canvases of local artists, and casual table coverings are ripped from a fat roll of brown butcher paper. It takes a village to feed the crowds here: hamburgers are made from the grass-fed beef of nearby Whippoorwill Farm; carrot cake is supplied by a busboy’s mother; and on Fridays, weather permitting, a retired helicopter pilot from Sharon, CT, brings in 30 squirming specimens from Rosie the Lobster Lady. The Appalachian Trail is right outside the door, ready for snowshoeing, and the cascading falls that give the town its name are a short hike away. But Falls Village has an almost defiantly laid-back personality, conducive to indulgent sloth and going off the grid—cell-phone reception is virtually nonexistent. Main Street commerce consists of a country store, which holds Saturday open-mike nights for native talent, and Toymakers Café, which used to sell hardware but now pushes sweet-potato waffles. (The breakfast menu is divided into “indulgences,” “classics,” and “fast.”)
Price Tag: Doubles from $199; thefallsvillageinn.com.
—Aimee Lee Ball