The restaurant was decorated in 1770's decor, with coffee pots, pewter dishes, and white Dutch tiles along the hearth. I ordered a "Benedict Arnold Palmer" (I almost chose another drink with a punny name which I've forgotten).
We were seated at The Haunted Table, where various local ghosts tend to be seen; the most famous one is a man who counts silver dimes. I guess the table sits over a portal to the underworld. As far as I know, no-one from the other-world visited us -- although I did feel a sudden cold draft against my calves as we were told ghost stories.
We were seated at The Haunted Table, where various local ghosts tend to be seen; the most famous one is a man who counts silver dimes. I guess the table sits over a portal to the underworld. As far as I know, no-one from the other-world visited us -- although I did feel a sudden cold draft against my calves as we were told ghost stories.
After dinner, we hiked about a half-mile up a small hill and viewed Major Andre's memorial stone. Apparently, everyone liked him (they despised Benedict Arnold), and there was a melancholy quote from General Washington about his "unfortunate" demise.
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