As a Kansas girl, I always dream about the ability to click my little red shoes and be transported to my favorite places. Right after my girlhood home, Martha’s Vineyard would be second on that list with a little twitch of the ankle taking me right to the Hob Nob in Edgartown.
For me, it’s the sheets, the breakfasts, the little crackling fire in the sitting room fireplace, the white linen covered tables in the breakfast room, the giant fluffy beds and the relaxed atmosphere of the place. It feels like home—that is if you live in a beautifully decorated boutique hotel on Martha’s Vineyard a block-long walk from the best restaurants and a short bike ride to a number of great beaches.
(As with all of my Travel Tuesday posts these are all photos I have taken unless stated otherwise.)
I first started staying here a few years ago during photo shoots for New England Home magazine. It had been suggested to me by Boston-based photographer Greg Premru. Sure it’s easy (located in town and you can walk everywhere) and luxurious (awesome sauna for guests with no appointment or fuss needed or you can schedule a massage), but the inn also has a commitment to the environment and to local farms. When owner Maggie White redid the hotel two years ago she used all low-VOC paints and eco-friendly fabrics and carpeting. The kitchen has a composting and program, the entire inn recycles, and they keep things sparkling with non-toxic cleaning products.
This is the lobby with a wire sculpture by island artist Steve Lohman.
Here’s one of the rooms where I’ve stayed. Oh, the cozy fluffdom.
But back to breakfast. There are two small dining rooms (I don’t typically want to sit too close to anyone but a New York Times before I’ve had my first cup of tea), a huge buffet of fresh fruits and juices, yogurts and the best homemade scones you’ll ever taste. Help yourself to those and then graze the menu to choose from poached eggs or omelets (local of course), pancakes, local sausage or the I-don’t-care-if-I-can’t-get-into-a-swimsuit-later French toast that’s been soaked in dark rum and sprinkled with cinnamon and nutmeg. Worth every bite. After that, it’s probably a good idea to rent one of the inn’s bikes to take to the miles of paved trails around the island.
I also love that at the end of the day, after you’ve shopped, beached, ate, and drank yourself silly that there’s a little port and a few glasses in the hallway outside your room. The perfect nightcap!
I’m always looking for a reason to go back to this gem of a hotel. I realized I hadn’t been out on the Hob Nob’s 27-foot Boston Whaler for a little harbor tour and fishing. I’m booking my reservation now for summer!