One of the first moments that I can clearly recollect took place in this very room, just across the bridge from New Hope, PA. It involved sipping on a Shirley Temple and doodling with a fresh box of Crayola 8ct. crayons while on a roadtrip with my big-hearted grandparents—a.k.a. “Franny” and (dearly missed) “Poppy”
Recommended: The Boat House Bar, Lambertville, N.J.
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oh weird, someone got in a time machine and took pictures of my future dream house