I realize it’s called New Hampshire, but every time I hear the name, I think hamster. And then I laugh. In the first of what I intend to be a regular Escape From LA series, I want to share a bit of my recent trip back to New England. First stop: Hanover, New Hampshire. Why Hanover, you may wonder. I would. Well, my little sister was recently accepted into Dartmouth’s Geisel School of Medicine. Yes, the older sister is a blogger/actress, the younger one is budding doctor. Second time’s a charm, I suppose. Being a close family (for better or for worse), we all decided to help her make the move to the other coast. Being my first time in New Hampshire, I was in awe of the natural beauty. I am told that it is only this glorious for about three months out of the year. But, man is it freaking pretty. Though I’m not sure this LA girl could manage what I’m told are brutal winters, Hanover was definitely a welcome reprieve from the honking and hustle of DTLA. Though I’m usually bias towards overseas travel, the greenery and riverbeds of New Hampshire and Vermont (more on VT next week) were definitely just as lovely as much I’ve seen abroad.
A few of my musts if you’re ever in this neck of the woods:
King Arthur Flour Just across the river, the famous flour maker boasts a killer bakery, cafe and shop. Though there is no way that you can adhere to your gluten-free lifestyle, trust me; the carbs and subsequent bloating are a small price to pay for this fresh-baked deliciousness. On my next visit, I plan to attend one of their many baking classes. Martha recently taught here, so you know it’s legit.
Simon Pearce Just a short distance from Hanover, the delish farm-to-table menu and glass blowing demonstrations are overshadowed only by the picturesque setting of this famed glassware artist’s workshop and restaurant. Truly one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen in the US, I challenge you not take the perfect Instagram with the Ottauquechee River (yes, I had to Google that) in the background.
Hanover InnIf you’re not lucky enough to share my sister’s two bedroom with she and my parents, might I suggest the Hannover Inn? Though, for whatever reason, this was the only photo I captured of the hotel, this place is truly charming. From the complimentary homemade cookies on the daily (do I even need another reason?) to the well-attended to accommodations with that quintessential New England charm, the Hannover Inn is a lodging I’d be pleased to revisit again and again. My sister’s sofa? Not so much.
A couple other faves:
Dirt Cowboy Cafe Killer coffee and baked goods. I’m partial to the Spinach Croissant and Bran Muffin.
Candela Tapas Lounge Tapas with a Puerto Rican flair, this restaurant is as good as any you’d find in LA. The terribly charming owner doesn’t hurt.
Morano Gelato Besides my sister, this is definitely my mother’s favorite part of Hanover. We would rush there every night before closing. Don’t be late. They will literally lock you out. Totally worth it, though.Well, that is my completely non-complete list for what to do whilst in Hanover. I leave you with a view from my sister’s property. I will not include a view from mine because the comparison will just make you sad.