There’s something magical about walking up to a yellow clapboard house with blue shutters and a sign that simply says “OPEN” – it’s like being invited to dinner at your most interesting friend’s grandmother’s place.
That’s the Old Chickahominy House in Williamsburg, Virginia for you – a place where time slows down and Brunswick stew becomes a religious experience.
You know those places that feel like they’ve been serving comfort food since before comfort was invented? That’s what we’re talking about here.
The moment you step onto that welcoming porch with its charming blue rocking chair, you’re transported to a simpler time – a time when meals weren’t rushed, conversations weren’t interrupted by notification pings, and Brunswick stew was simmered to perfection…