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7 picks across the catalog.
The handful we keep coming back to.
Old streets, new restaurants, the kind of walking that earns dinner.
Sand, oysters, the kind of porch where the day just goes.
Trees, trails, fires, fewer people. The cabin kind of weekend.
Out and back. The whole point is leaving.
Thirty miles up the Hudson, a working farm with a restaurant that redefined American cooking and a lodge you didn't know you could stay at. One night gets you the farm-to-table tasting menu that earned the hype, the sunrise walk through the greenhouses, and the kind of meal-driven reset that costs half what it would in the city.
Stay in the city you live in. Book the hotel your out-of-town friends always ask about, eat the dinner you've been saving, walk home through the park at midnight like you're the only one who knows it's there. One night as a guest in your own city resets the month.
An hour east of Minneapolis, the St. Croix River runs through a town that figured out Main Street before Main Streets became a thing. One night at a Victorian inn, dinner at a restaurant that doesn't feel like it's trying, breakfast at a bakery that opens at 6am for the fishermen.
One night in the Hudson Valley, ninety minutes from Philadelphia, for a sculpture park that earns the drive. Five hundred acres of Calder and Serra and di Suvero, then dinner at a farm-to-table spot that doesn't announce itself. You're back in Philly by Sunday lunch with the kind of day you'll reference for months.
One night on the boardwalk for the version of Atlantic City that actually works — a hotel with a proper restaurant, oysters at Dock's since 1897, a walk on the beach in the morning before the casinos wake up. You're back in South Jersey by Sunday lunch with a story that isn't about losing money.
Forty minutes from DC to a colonial port town that still works as a port. Stay at the Naval Academy hotel where the midshipmen's parents stay, eat rockfish at a restaurant older than the republic, walk the brick streets to the harbor and back before checkout.
One night out of the city at a converted 1833 farmhouse with a Jean-Georges restaurant in the dining room. You're back in Manhattan by Sunday lunch with the kind of reset that usually requires three nights somewhere harder to reach.
Drafted by our agent, kept on the list when they hold up. Labeled honestly.
Thirty miles up the Hudson, a working farm with a restaurant that redefined American cooking and a lodge you didn't know you could stay at. One night gets you the farm-to-table tasting menu that earned the hype, the sunrise walk through the greenhouses, and the kind of meal-driven reset that costs half what it would in the city.
Stay in the city you live in. Book the hotel your out-of-town friends always ask about, eat the dinner you've been saving, walk home through the park at midnight like you're the only one who knows it's there. One night as a guest in your own city resets the month.
An hour east of Minneapolis, the St. Croix River runs through a town that figured out Main Street before Main Streets became a thing. One night at a Victorian inn, dinner at a restaurant that doesn't feel like it's trying, breakfast at a bakery that opens at 6am for the fishermen.
One night in the Hudson Valley, ninety minutes from Philadelphia, for a sculpture park that earns the drive. Five hundred acres of Calder and Serra and di Suvero, then dinner at a farm-to-table spot that doesn't announce itself. You're back in Philly by Sunday lunch with the kind of day you'll reference for months.
One night on the boardwalk for the version of Atlantic City that actually works — a hotel with a proper restaurant, oysters at Dock's since 1897, a walk on the beach in the morning before the casinos wake up. You're back in South Jersey by Sunday lunch with a story that isn't about losing money.
Forty minutes from DC to a colonial port town that still works as a port. Stay at the Naval Academy hotel where the midshipmen's parents stay, eat rockfish at a restaurant older than the republic, walk the brick streets to the harbor and back before checkout.
