Cooperstown, part 1

Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown

Roger and I drove out to Cooperstown, NY this past weekend. Although Roger had Presidents' Day off, I had to work on Monday, and so we decided to spend Saturday and Sunday at least out of town.

Before we left, Roger called the Cooperstown Chamber of Commerce to see if they knew of any B&Bs with vacancies -- it being a holiday weekend and all, we were afraid everything would be booked up by the time we got there. We were lucky as one of the recommended B&Bs had a last minute cancellation.


The Inn at Cooperstown, our room, a pretty blue room with a subway tile bath, is the last window on the right on the third floor.

We took the 91 south and went through Manchester, VT where Roger appeased me and I finally got to buy my second pair of Polo jeans (although in a different wash) at the Ralph Lauren outlet. I had been pining for another pair ever since I bought my first one there about a year ago. As we drove west to NY we saw a sign for Peru, VT, which was funny, as Roger's sister is currently in Lima. We almost took a picture!

We got into Cooperstown making fairly good time, a little over 4 hours. When we checked in, some people were already enjoying the fireplace and watching the Olympics in the main living area. Roger unloaded our stuff and then took a quick nap while I looked up dinner possibilities.

After looking through the inn's collection of local menus, we decided on a small bistro not too far from the inn.


Hoffman Lane Bistro

Cooperstown is probably about the same size of Hanover, maybe with an even smaller population. As tourists, it was nice for a change to have a meal without recognizing other patrons -- kind of like big city-eating, where you can really just lose yourself in conversation and food. And the food was very good! Roger had a grilled pork loin with a tasty apple chutney, and I had duck with a really yummy polenta (my new favorite starch). We also treated ourselves to an appetizer of mussels (a staple from our Chicago bistro-eating days).

It was pretty cold outside. Our car thermometer said 15 but we swore it was like 7 or 8 degrees F. We didn't spend too much time looking for dessert and instead window-shopped from the car before turning in.