The Crosby Village Inn & Restaurant

So, let me tell you about a little slice of heaven I stumbled upon—or rather, waddled into after a particularly ambitious hike. It’s called The Crosby Village Inn & Restaurant, and honestly? It’s the kind of place that makes you want to cancel your plans and just... stay.

Tucked away in a sleepy, postcard-worthy town, this inn isn’t trying to be chic or trendy. Thank goodness. Walking through the front door feels like getting a hug from your favorite aunt—if your aunt had a knack for impeccable farmhouse decor and a secret stash of award-winning maple syrup. The wood beams are worn in all the right places, the fireplace crackles like it’s gossiping with the logs, and the armchairs? They absolutely swallow you whole. In the best way. Pro tip: claim the one by the window before anyone else does. I tried to negotiate with a golden retriever for it. I lost. It was worth it.

Now, the restaurant. Oh, the restaurant. This is where things get dangerously good. The menu reads like a love letter to comfort food, but elevated just enough to make you feel fancy while still wearing your hiking boots. I’m talking about their legendary Yankee Pot Roast—so tender it practically waves a white flag the second your fork approaches. My tablemate, a local named Frank, leaned over and whispered, “This is what my grandmother would’ve served if she’d gone to culinary school.” High praise. And don’t even get me started on the buttermilk biscuits. They arrive at your table steaming, glistening with butter, and audibly sighing with relief that you’ve finally arrived to rescue them from the basket.

But here’s the real magic: the people. The staff greets you like they’ve been waiting all day just to see your face. Our server, Deb, didn’t just bring us water—she brought us stories, a recommendation for the best local hiking trail, and a free slice of their triple-berry pie “because you look like you need a little sweetness.” I mean, who does that? Apparently, everyone at The Crosby Village Inn. It’s not a transaction; it’s a conversation. A very delicious, very warm conversation.

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If you’re the type who needs a room, stay the night. The upstairs rooms are cozy—like being inside a quilt. The beds are so plush that I’m convinced they’re actually made of clouds harvested by friendly ghosts. My room had a clawfoot tub that I used as a throne for a solid hour. No regrets.

So whether you’re escaping the city, celebrating something, or just really hungry, The Crosby Village Inn & Restaurant is waiting. It’s a place that reminds you that the best things in life aren’t fancy—they’re gentle, kind, and served with a side of pie. Go. Eat. Laugh. And when you collapse into that cloud-bed, smile, because you’ve just found your new happy place. I promise, you’ll be back.