Malu Alvarez

Pitcher Inn, Warren, VT

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Each
of the 11 rooms and suites at the Pitcher Inn represents some essential aspect
of Vermont life, and one room is a tribute to Chester Arthur, a native son who
acquired his moniker because of his taste for luxury. The original inn burned
to the ground in 1993, and the replacement was designed to suggest an old white
clapboard farmhouse, with myriad bits of whimsy. (The Mallard Room has a
wake-up call that mimics the cacophony of ducks at sunrise.) Disaster struck
again last summer when Hurricane Irene hit. The basement level, since restored,
looked like it was filled with chocolate pudding, and a quarter-million dollars’
worth of wine was lost. General manager Ari Sadri, fanatically well-informed,
can direct you to a bottle from Austria’s Schloss Gobelsburg winery that has
been in continuous production since the 12th century. Or perhaps a bottle of
Sapsucker hard cider from the Warren Store across the street, which brings to
mind the kind of country market where Diane Keaton’s character in Baby Boom sold homemade applesauce. Sweets for the inn’s afternoon tea are baked
there and served in the library. The inn belongs to the Vermont Fresh Network,
a partnership of farmers and chefs promoting locally grown food, and your
breakfast omelette, with eggs provided by free-range hens, will be the shocking
color of marigolds. Five minutes away, there’s skiing at Sugarbush (once so
popular with the jet set that it was dubbed Mascara Mountain), or try Mad River
Rocket Sleds at the inn, made of recycled plastic (trimmings from garbage-can
lids). You kneel with your legs strapped down and use your knees to steer.
Doesn’t that sound like the ideal excuse for a massage?

Price Tag: From $325, including
breakfast and afternoon tea.

—Aimee Lee Ball

America's Most Romantic Hotels

Pitcher Inn, Warren, VT

Each
of the 11 rooms and suites at the Pitcher Inn represents some essential aspect
of Vermont life, and one room is a tribute to Chester Arthur, a native son who
acquired his moniker because of his taste for luxury. The original inn burned
to the ground in 1993, and the replacement was designed to suggest an old white
clapboard farmhouse, with myriad bits of whimsy. (The Mallard Room has a
wake-up call that mimics the cacophony of ducks at sunrise.) Disaster struck
again last summer when Hurricane Irene hit. The basement level, since restored,
looked like it was filled with chocolate pudding, and a quarter-million dollars’
worth of wine was lost. General manager Ari Sadri, fanatically well-informed,
can direct you to a bottle from Austria’s Schloss Gobelsburg winery that has
been in continuous production since the 12th century. Or perhaps a bottle of
Sapsucker hard cider from the Warren Store across the street, which brings to
mind the kind of country market where Diane Keaton’s character in Baby Boom sold homemade applesauce. Sweets for the inn’s afternoon tea are baked
there and served in the library. The inn belongs to the Vermont Fresh Network,
a partnership of farmers and chefs promoting locally grown food, and your
breakfast omelette, with eggs provided by free-range hens, will be the shocking
color of marigolds. Five minutes away, there’s skiing at Sugarbush (once so
popular with the jet set that it was dubbed Mascara Mountain), or try Mad River
Rocket Sleds at the inn, made of recycled plastic (trimmings from garbage-can
lids). You kneel with your legs strapped down and use your knees to steer.
Doesn’t that sound like the ideal excuse for a massage?

Price Tag: From $325, including
breakfast and afternoon tea.

—Aimee Lee Ball

Malu Alvarez

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