Staying at a good hotel is a singular kind of decadence that hovers between the pleasures of adulthood–good sheets, charming decor, locally-sourced and delicious food–with the indulgences of childhood: a bed that someone else made, a living space someone else is going to clean, and a breakfast someone else laid out for you.
Both The Charlotte Hotel and Hotel Cape Charles, two utter gems on the Eastern Shore, offer a setting primed for comfort, relaxation, and good taste, both within short walks of the water and inspired local businesses.
The physical space is essentially a painted antique; Charlotte is the artist in the family, and her brush has touched everything from the wallpaper in the hallways to the drop ceiling in the dining room.
“It was actually a hotel in 1907, called the The White Hotel,” Gary said of the building, which was not much more than a vacant retail space and some shabby apartments when they bought it in 2002. “It was one of three hotels in the town at the time. The other two are long gone. We returned it to its roots.”
As my traveling companion put it, the storefront makes you feel like you are perhaps somewhere in Ireland about to step into a Dublin BNB. We had lunch at Mallards on the Wharf, which was a short walk away and nearly as charming. While the food at Mallard was good, Charlotte’s breakfast was worth the drive in-and-of-itself.