Travelogue Part 2: Bennington, Bellydancers, and Brew After MassMoCA, we checked into our hotel - the Holiday Inn in North Adams - literally around the corner from the museum. We settled for a little bit, and then decided to grab a cup of coffee before dinner. The place we wanted to go to was closed already, and it seems like everything in the town was closed for the evening. Surprisingly, the only stores that were open were children’s clothing stores and toy shops. I left my camera in the hotel room, thinking that we were just going to hang local. Since Marc was in need of coffee and I was craving a chai, we headed to Bennington, VT - which was a 15 minute drive from where we were staying.  We arrived in Bennington and immediately came across a cafe and I noticed the tribal bellydancers that were standing in front. This is when I curse myself and mutter that I should have known better than to leave the hotel without camera in tow! The show was good, a short 15 minute or so set, and Marc was pleasantly surprised, as he thought they looked “scary.” One of the tribe members came up to us and we got into a discussion about bellydance. Very friendly people, but we were on a mission and wanted to see a little more of Bennington before the sun went down. It started to rain, and we were starting to get hungry for dinner, so we ventured out to a diner that unfortunately did not exist any longer.  Plan B was to go to this place Marc found when he booked the hotel. It was this brewhouse not far from the hotel and after getting ridiculously lost (on my behalf, I must admit) we finally found the place. We walk in to the sound of an uninspired cover band singing “Margaritaville” - a song that should be banished from the annals of popular music. We find the dish that we were both excited to find: sun dried tomato ravioli. Now, before any of you say that you don’t go to a brewhouse for pasta, we’ve had some great meals at pubs in the past. Plus, it looked like a house specialty. Unfortunately, we had a Gordon Ramsay moment. After waiting forever (or what seemed like forever, especially when you add bad cover music in the mix) we finally got our dishes. I took a bite, it was okay and then the next bite: FROZEN! Marc also had frozen food. In our heads we were like, “it’s not FRESH! How can you serve this!” And of course, after waiting forever again, we got a nuked plate of food. Awesome. The only consolation is that we scored a free dessert and I must say that was death by ice cream. We were pretty surprised, because we’ve NEVER had a bad meal in the Berkshires - usually the food is super fresh and amazing, so this dud was our first. 

Travelogue Part 2: Bennington, Bellydancers, and Brew

After MassMoCA, we checked into our hotel - the Holiday Inn in North Adams - literally around the corner from the museum. We settled for a little bit, and then decided to grab a cup of coffee before dinner. The place we wanted to go to was closed already, and it seems like everything in the town was closed for the evening. Surprisingly, the only stores that were open were children’s clothing stores and toy shops. I left my camera in the hotel room, thinking that we were just going to hang local. Since Marc was in need of coffee and I was craving a chai, we headed to Bennington, VT - which was a 15 minute drive from where we were staying. 

We arrived in Bennington and immediately came across a cafe and I noticed the tribal bellydancers that were standing in front. This is when I curse myself and mutter that I should have known better than to leave the hotel without camera in tow! The show was good, a short 15 minute or so set, and Marc was pleasantly surprised, as he thought they looked “scary.” One of the tribe members came up to us and we got into a discussion about bellydance. Very friendly people, but we were on a mission and wanted to see a little more of Bennington before the sun went down. It started to rain, and we were starting to get hungry for dinner, so we ventured out to a diner that unfortunately did not exist any longer. 

Plan B was to go to this place Marc found when he booked the hotel. It was this brewhouse not far from the hotel and after getting ridiculously lost (on my behalf, I must admit) we finally found the place. We walk in to the sound of an uninspired cover band singing “Margaritaville” - a song that should be banished from the annals of popular music. We find the dish that we were both excited to find: sun dried tomato ravioli. Now, before any of you say that you don’t go to a brewhouse for pasta, we’ve had some great meals at pubs in the past. Plus, it looked like a house specialty. Unfortunately, we had a Gordon Ramsay moment. After waiting forever (or what seemed like forever, especially when you add bad cover music in the mix) we finally got our dishes. I took a bite, it was okay and then the next bite: FROZEN! Marc also had frozen food. In our heads we were like, “it’s not FRESH! How can you serve this!” And of course, after waiting forever again, we got a nuked plate of food. Awesome. The only consolation is that we scored a free dessert and I must say that was death by ice cream. We were pretty surprised, because we’ve NEVER had a bad meal in the Berkshires - usually the food is super fresh and amazing, so this dud was our first. 

May 31, 2009  

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