As I was getting out of bed this morning, George mentioned that the temperature was at Zero. I was then less than enthused when he suggested that we drive down to Wellsboro, PA for brunch, but I do like the old Penn-Wells Hotel. So I dug out my Cuddle Duds, made him promise to keep the car’s heater running for the whole trip, and we headed south. It was a beautiful, sunny Sunday for the drive which takes us about an hour.
Once, on a December visit there, Christmas carolers had come off the street and into the decorated lobby to sing in front of the fireplace. We were just checking out, so we stopped and joined them around this fireplace. It was very festive and nostalgic, and I think of it every time we go back.
Today it was very quiet there. We arrived as the brunch hours were ending and the lunch hours were soon to begin. They have a delicious buffet which extends through much of the dining room with just about anything you could want or imagine. Diners come dressed in their finest, or in blue jeans, or in their hunting garb. I love the linen-covered tables, the heavy woodwork, and the rich-red walls which are covered in photos showing Wellsboro and the area in days-gone-by.
And as we left and headed for the car, the bank sign across the street showed that the temperature had risen to 19 degrees!