Because our plans didn't firm up until about a week prior, I hesitated to book a room too early. We've stayed at a couple of nice places in Pasadena before, once at the Westin, and once, for my birthday, at the wonderful, posh Langham. But I couldn't find a good last-minute rate for the Westin (Priceline kicked back all my bids) and frankly couldn't afford 2 nights at the Langham (especially since this wasn't an "event" trip, just a little getaway).
On the other hand, I wasn't enthused about staying someplace blah & corporate for our sole getaway of the year.
Enter the Bissell House:
First off, if you haven't figured it out yet, let me say that we're really not the typical B&B types, despite preferring small hotels in general. The only other time we've stayed at a B&B was for our first wedding anniversary, way up north at the Gingerbread Mansion in Ferndale.
Still, I love old houses and quirky lodging, and the Bissell House was definitely a different experience for us. The stairs were creaky, the shower was in a claw-foot tub and the bed was draped and comfortable. The communal breakfast was a little awkward (after the first morning, we felt like edgy young whippersnappers compared to the general age of the other patrons). Still, we're grown-ups and able to make civilized chit-chat. On the second morning, there was a much younger newlywed couple at breakfast, and so we got kicked up into the older demographic again.
Yes, there was a lot of chintz and a stuffed animal waiting on our bed. If it were my own residence, I wouldn't feel compelled to decorate an old house to such rigidly 1980s ideas of a "Victorian B&B." Still, I think that type of decor is what many patrons (read: older women) expect of their bed-and-breakfast experience.
Some shots of the interior. Somehow I neglected to take any photos of our room, but it was wallpapered in burgundy stripes and stayed dim throughout the day.
Fixture in the foyer |
On the staircase landing |
Living room at night. Classical music played low on the stereo. |
A small sofa and table sits before the fire. |
Speaking of loving old houses, in my next post I'll share some of the drool-inducing homes that we saw on a morning stroll through the neighborhood.
I'm not really in the market to sell my soul, but those houses...man. You'll see.
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