About a month ago, my husband and I celebrated our second anniversary. What a great second year it was. Both of us celebrated another year at our jobs (keep in mind, the day after we got back from this little trip–on our actual wedding anniversary–Kevin found out that he’d sadly lost his due to cuts), the birth of a nephew, and a number of other milestones. We were looking forward to this weekend for some time and I was excited because Kevin had researched and planned the whole thing himself.
*pause for the collective “Awwww…”*
The decor was elegant, but comfortable. I loved the wall of Gibson prints. It reminded me of my Aunt Jewel who had a lot of the prints spread throughout her house.
They must have heard I was coming, because they set out the Keurig.
Oh, wait. They did know.
The bed was glorious. I really need to call them and find out what kind of sheets they had on there because MAN OH MAN. That was the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time and that says a lot when you’re traveling. The pillows were fabulous as well. I was so glad to find that because most of the time when I stay in a hotel the most disappointing factor is the squishiness of the pillow. They had a fine assortment here that would suit every taste.
The room had the most beautiful shower and a jacuzzi tub. I. LOVED. THE. TUB. Over on the vanity were a number of complimentary bath items and I am NOT talking free shampoo and a bar of soap. There was a salt scrub, an oil treatment for your hair, and the most divine smelling bath salts. I really enjoyed my soak with those and was pleasantly surprised to find that when we checked out they included a complementary sachet of the bath salts. How sweet!
With all that said, there was one thing that stood out from everything else.
One of the amenities at the Arcadian Inn is their candlelight breakfast. Whenever you check in you tell them what time you would like to take breakfast and the next morning, right on the dot, you will be served promptly without intrusion. They announce what you’re having and then leave you to it. With your peppermint infused hot towels. Ahh.
The morning we were there they served a quiche (I can’t remember, but I believe it was tomato and bacon), a fruit salad, and waffles with their famous vanilla-butter sauce.
If all I could eat for the rest of my life were those waffles and that vanilla-butter sauce, you would not see me complain. It was the best thing I have ever tasted. Go get some now.
The fruit salad was so fresh. Full of melons (honeydew and watermelon), grapes, and kiwi, it was topped with a dollop of some type of berry yogurt that added just enough tang. Delicious.
But the waffles have my heart. Still.
If you are ever in the area and need a place to stay, or if you just want to get away for a weekend, this is a great place to go. Close enough to the metro that there is plenty to see and do, you won’t regret spending some time at the Arcadian.
They don’t know who I am. I just really, really liked this place!