Kara and I grabbed Valentine’s Day dinner at a true Connecticut treasure: the Griswold Inn in Essex, known to locals as “the Gris,” pronounced with a “z.” We sat in the far right hand corner of this picture. This place reminds me of the Cooke House in Newport, and harkens back to a bygone era.
It first opened back in 1776, and is full of amazing artifacts and nautical artwork. Check out the ceiling in the tavern, made of old canvas or leather. The food is old New England. Kara had the Yankee pot roast and I had the Indian pudding…just like the Pilgrims ate.
It’s only 40 miles from Hartford and we even ran into our friends Jay and India who also made the trek down to the Gris.
Essex is always a great place to visit and the Gris never disappoints.