Your Survival Guy and Gal were in Nantucket, MA, last weekend to visit a dear friend from Naples, FL, who was wrapping up a two-week work trip. If you’re in high-end retail, this is the place to be, where if you throw a sweater around your shoulders, you might accidentally hit a Hinckley Picnic Boat.
Arriving by boat, the Seastreak ferry out of New Bedford, MA, is a convenient way to get to Nantucket and avoid Cape Cod traffic. Once aboard, we were on island time in about an hour and forty-five minutes. It was a relatively easy walk to our hotel, The Nantucket Hotel, but we chose to get a ride to the ferry when we left a few days later with an extra bag or two.
The Nantucket Hotel is all about location and perfect for families, especially ones with young children who flock to the antique fire engine out front, ringing the bell and sitting behind the wheel. It had been years since we were there with our young family, and I remember it fondly. There’s a neat area in the basement with board games and a pool table where dads and grandparents are sent to spend time with the children. Brilliant for moms and parents alike.
On our first night, we went to Cru, the place to be, for a drink on the patio before heading in for dinner. Don’t expect to be able to converse with your table as the noise is nightclub level. But you’re not there to talk; that’s what you did earlier. You’re there to see and be seen. We went back for lunch over the weekend, which was a much quieter affair.
Saturday night, we had dinner at Ventuno (Italian). We were seated upstairs. It also has a neat bar and plenty of regulars. Always a good sign. It was buzzing.
On Sunday, we (they) shopped and then we had lunch/snacks at the recently redone outdoor patio at The White Elephant, a very nice setting overlooking the harbor. Earlier in the weekend, Your Survival Guy noticed that Donavon Frankenreiter was playing Sunday night at the infamous Chicken Box. Frankenreiter’s son Hendrix was a highlight. As a general admission show, it was standing only, which is a younger man’s game.
It’s never fun leaving, and Monday came quick; our fast ferry on schedule, even if there was a small craft advisory. Your Survival Guy thought it would be quiet at the departure dock, but I couldn’t believe how many passengers disembarked for the last bite of summer. I hope you get some island time. September sounds perfect. Enjoy.
