The Inn At Little Washington

We just finished up with dreadful tax day. This year wasn’t too bad considering Tobyjoe had a mistake on his W2, which meant he wasn’t being taxed enough (all year), which meant we were going to have to owe (again), which meant I was very upset. It’s a good thing for receipts and write-offs and being organized. The bad news is we still owe money on both federal and local. The good news is it’s not nearly as bad I thought it was going to be. But the really good news is we can take that little trip we talked about down to The Inn at Little Washington in an attempt to enjoy one last long weekend before the baby arrives and our lives change forever.

I spent a night at The Inn at Little Washington several years ago and it still stands out as one of the most amazing dining experiences I have ever had. I went with my then boyfriend at the time, a chef in training. We stayed for one night and had two amazing meals. The dinner was outstanding, some of the best food I have ever put in my mouth. But that’s not even the part I rave about the most. The part that I haven’t forgotten, was how outstanding the service was. A lot of times, with those expensive, uppity type restaurants, the staff tends to turn their nose up at a person. (Hello, Le Bec Fin.) And I hate that. I hate feeling like I’m being judged for not ordering the right combination of food (which is exactly what I was scolded for at Le Bec Fin), or being treated as though I don’t belong there even though I am spending an exorbitant amount of money. I didn’t experience a second of that snootiness while at The Inn at Little Washington and I always feel very out of place at expensive restaurants. (I think it shows, too.) I was treated with the utmost respect even after I consumed two glasses of wine and then drunkenly told our server I knew nothing about scotch but really wanted to “give it go”. Our server took a lot of time explaining each scotch to me. He told me where and how they were made, and how long each one took to age. And even after I sipped them all, made a squished up face, and admitted to not being a fan, he laughed and said, “Yeah, scotch is definitely not for everyone. But aren’t you glad you tried it?” Absolutely, I was.

I haven’t found another place that comes remotely close and I’ve experienced my fair share. (When I was dating the chef, I was treated to a whole bunch of amazing, 5-star restaurants as he was trying to decide where to study and whom he wanted to work with.) The food and the service were impeccable; I still dream about it 8 years later. And I genuinely mean that.

It looks like we’ll be heading there this April. We’re going to spend a night or two in D.C. with Soung and David and then one in Little Washington. We’ll stay in one of the Inn’s “cheaper” rooms and dine downstairs for both a dinner and a breakfast. And, although, Tobyjoe is right, I can’t eat much for dinner, there are no rules about dessert. I think that this time I’ll forgo the scotch flight, however.

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