During the Father’s Day weekend jaunt to the Poconos, to the Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm, we stayed at the Frogtown Inn Bed and Breakfast.
In the past, we’ve stayed at a couple of bed and breakfasts before and they’ve all been great places. You know, when we started looking into BnBs, it was initially just to find cheaper places to stay at. When I googled around, there were stories from people who had bad experiences with them for one reason or another. How the Inn Keeper had access to your room and can come and go anytime they wanted, stuff like that.
But we’ve had nothing but really awesome experiences with them. And no, I’m not saying this because I’m affiliated with anyone of them. This is straight up a honest opinion. [I’ll always let you know when and if I write a sponsored post and if I get paid for something I’m recommending. That’s a promise.]
My little family loves to putter away new areas, explore and taste new things, and we’ll usually recommend stuff that we enjoyed. And of course, we’ll also share our experiences.
So, going back to our weekend trip to the Poconos, it took us about three hours to get there. If you’ve ever been to Alaska, you may or may not agree with me, but my first thought when we finally arrived at the Frogtown Inn was that it reminded me a bit of Alaska.
The air was crisp, maybe pollution freer than normal? I had a tough time trying to put my finger on it, but the air seemed cleaner.
Now, if you’ve never been to Alaska, then obviously first, you need to go, highly recommend it. (I’ll post about our trips, especially to Alaska, as I build out our Travel section for the blog.) Second, probably because of the higher altitude maybe is what made me think the Poconos were slightly similar to Alaska.
The BnB was a lovely place, the Inn Keepers, Steve and Joy Warren, were also pretty cool. They immediately made us feel quite welcome.
Turned out that the Inn was booked up for the weekend because of a wedding that was happening at SkyTop Lodge, a resort that was only a few minutes drive down the road. Never been there, but Joy mentioned that the rest of the guests at the Inn were either from the wedding party or just guests for the wedding.
You know, as I write this post, I just realized that I didn’t take any pictures of the interior of the place. My bad. Our room was on the 2nd floor, Room #1. It was formerly a private apartment that was occupied by their chef back in the day. I didn’t ask how long ago was “back in the day.”
The room was quiet and peaceful with plenty of natural light because of the numerous windows in the room. Wished I had thought to grab a picture, darnit. Anyhoo.
Our tasty breakfast for both mornings were basically the same: custom ordered platters of whatever tickled our fancy. Eggs, sausage or bacon, pancakes or toast, home fries. And lots and lots of coffee.
Quite tasty.
We had an early dinner that first night and truthfully that was fine, because we were beat from the drive. And we wanted rice. That’s our comfort food.
So we went to the Ichiban Hibachi Steakhouse.
There were two locations and we went to the one on Lincoln Avenue. It was a half hour drive from Frogtown.
If you’ve never done Hibachi, you gotta try it at least once. It’s a fun show, and if the chef’s personable, you’ll get entertainment as you watch him cook your food literally right in front of you.
They make homemade noodles too. Their proud boasting was pretty impressive but it just barely tickled me from changing my mind.
I wanted rice. Zen Master wanted rice. Zen Mum wanted California Rolls.
That night, we went for simple with no frill.
We all got the Super Bento Box. Zen Mum and I got the Chicken Teriyaki and Zen Master got the Salmon Teriyaki. [Counterclockwise: white rice, two (2) pieces of shrimp tempura, soy sauce, six (6) pieces of freshly made California Roll, ginger and wasabi and chicken teriyaki.]
It was hot and tasty and if the box itself was edible, we’d have inhaled that too, it was so good.
That was night one.
On night two, after our visit to the Quiet Valley Living Historical Farm, we went to another nation and ate Korean at Satto Sushi. It was about a twenty minute drive from Frogtown.
And just like the night before, we were starving and settled for an early dinner. And yes, the place was small with just a small eat-in dining room.
I think the kitchen was bigger than the dining room.
And I forgot to take a picture of my tasty dinner of Soon Tofu (Spicy Soft Tofu Soup with Rice).
Zen Master got the Salmon Teriyaki while Zen Mum got the Bibimbap (Vegetable with Rice and Hot Sauce).
Zen Master compared the dinners and he liked Ichiban’s Salmon Teriyaki better. Despite the fact we have very different chefs of different nationalities coming the Salmon.
Yup, so we went all the way to the Poconos to dine on Asian food.
On to the next adventure!
Sally in the Zen