Vintage is character. This hotel doesn’t have character. It feels neglected, it smells unbathed, and it doesn’t creak in the right ways.
When we arrived, the night clerk wasn’t like what we had experienced throughout out road trip in Vermont, which included Stowe, Woodstock, and Burlington. He wasn’t eager to help, didn’t provide directions to the elevator, and couldn’t wait for us to walk away from the desk to get back to whatever he was doing.
The elevator required a staff member to operate it, which is cool, if the bell in each floor worked. When the one on the second floor didn’t apparently work, we took our suitcases and ourselves down the stairs. Upon arriving at the bottom of the stairs, the morning clerk asked about the elevator. We indicated we rang it twice. She replied they didn’t get either ring, that we need to push it harder. In my head I thought, I wondered if she wanted me to go back up and ring the bell again? Just in helpful, unthankful, and quick to get on to the next thing.
Anyway, the phones in the room did not work. The bath had exposed old plumbing that had been disconnected. The small fridge was placed next to the bed in front of the only usable plug. The lamps nor bedside tables had usb plugs or . I know this sounds petty for a “historic” hotel; however hotels operate with a repair and refurbishment budget for these purposes.
This hotel lacks the character of being a historic hotel or a great stop on a classic Vermont road trip.