The Wall Street Inn
Gracious. That’s the first word that comes to mind when one walks into this frilled little inn, a place so old-fashioned it still has a payphone nook in the lobby (though it now just holds a house phone); only colonial-era art adorns its walls. But the staff are cheery and helpful, the rooms decent-sized (those ending in 01 are smallest) and quiet (except those overlooking the raucous outdoor party on Stone Street in the warm weather months). As for the beds: They only look lumpy because real feathers are used in the comforters. Pre-pandemic prices used to drop drastically here on the weekends; we’re not seeing that pattern currently, but it could return should business travel to the city become more robust.
Gracious. That’s the first word that comes to mind when one walks into this frilled little inn, a place so old-fashioned it still has a payphone nook in the lobby (though it now just holds a house phone); only colonial-era art adorns its walls. But the staff are cheery and helpful, the rooms decent-sized (those ending in 01 are smallest) and quiet (except those overlooking the raucous outdoor party on Stone Street in the warm weather months). As for the beds: They only look lumpy because real feathers are used in the comforters. Pre-pandemic prices used to drop drastically here on the weekends; we’re not seeing that pattern currently, but it could return should business travel to the city become more robust.
Details
Bookstore
Available as paperback
and as e-book.
