I can’t start my day by seeing strangers in their bathrobes. I don’t want to exchange pleasantries before I’ve wiped all of the sleep from my eyes. This is why I never understood the allure of B&Bs. There’s a fine line between quaint and awkward and, frankly, hearing the nocturnal sounds of people with whom I’m sharing an old house is more of the latter. This past weekend, however, I stayed at a B&B for the first time in several years and found myself relishing the coziness. Was I completely wrong about these intimate accommodations?
Bucks County, Pennsylvania is B&B country. Houses dating back to the 19th century with their wrap-around porches and adorably painted shingles line the winding roads and lure you in with promises of fresh scones. I prefer biscuits to scones, but when you stay at inn, you relinquish control of your breakfast carbs. I had chosen to stay at the 1740 House in New Hope, Pennsylvania because most of my friends attending the same wedding had booked rooms there, including the groom. I assumed that if I knew the majority of the guests, that a B&B could only present so many unpleasant social interactions.
I was immediately relieved to see the large size of 1740 House. With 24 rooms spread out over several wings, this was hardly a cramped space. Winding hallways kept entrances at a distance and created the feeling that you weren’t sleeping on top of everyone else. I never heard a single noise coming from any of the occupied guest rooms on our floor. While the balconies were shared, no guests were staying in room immediately next to ours, leaving us free to enjoy the views of the Delaware River in private.