When we arrived at the Middleburg Country Inn, it was already snowing, which just made the old house

On Friday night, GM dropped off a brand-new, never-been-driven 2013 Cadillac XTS to my office downtown. I walked out of my building’s glass doors and curled into the car’s plush leather (warmed) seats.
When GM gave Cori Sue a Chevy Volt a few weeks ago, we zipped east to Middleburg, a little Virginia town that I had only driven mission inn riverside california restaurants through on the way to wine country. She had deftly arranged for a Bitches retreat at a cozy little bed and breakfast. Romantic, my co-Bitch.
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“Not at all,” said Jo-Ann, who immediately popped up from the couch. “We’ve been expecting you!” Kevin quickly whisked our bags up to the Dolly Madison (Honeymoon) suite on the top floor and before we knew it we were sitting in front of our very own fire, wine in hand, reading mission inn riverside california restaurants magazines and gossiping about our week.
The historic inn (we’re talking 1820s here) is absolutely beautiful. Its antique furniture—from the four-post Rapunzel beds to the crystal chandeliers and gold-gilded mirrors—make you just want to open a good book and settle in for a while. And then go antiquing for yourself. Which is exactly what we did.
It wasn’t long before we were snoozing, and so therefore we were up early for brunch. In the morning, we padded down the stairs, like we were at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, and settled into the cozy dinette ready to be served.
Then brunch began with a plate of house-made lemon pound cake, her mother’s recipe. The spongy bread had such a tangy, delicious taste it woke us up. With the plethora of baked goods, bakeries, and baking sites out there, it’s always nice when there s tradition behind something. The lemon cake was a very charming touch.
The brunch menu is small, but that’s because it’s only Jo-Ann back there cooking. I ordered the Eggs Benedict with bacon. She asked if I’d like my eggs poached soft, medium, or hard—what a novelty! I’m so used to just taking what the chef is good at making. My eggs were, indeed, perfectly cooked to my liking.
There were waffles available in lots of different flavors. You could get plain, walnut, apple, or chocolate chip, “for the kids,” mission inn riverside california restaurants she said. Initially, Cori Sue was having a tough time deciding between the various options. You can combine them, sweetheart, said Jo-Ann.
Toying with the idea of pecan chocolate chip (hello pecan pie-style waffles), she opted for a slightly healthier option and went with apple spice pecan waffles. The old-style waffles were not Belgian, of course, but rather square-shaped moist-yet-fluffy waffles, mission inn riverside california restaurants loaded with spiced apples and pecans and topped with whipped cream and Vermont maple syrup.
The entire brunch—really, the entire stay at the Inn—felt like we were visiting Grandma and Grandpa. And there is nothing better than a delicious homemade brunch the morning after a cozy restful sleep at your family house. That’s exactly what Middleburg Inn felt like—the mission inn riverside california restaurants perfect Bitches retreat.
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