The first time I ever visited the Woodstock Inn was on my way home from a Girl Scout camping trip along the Kangamangus Highway in New Hampshire. My friend's mother, our troop leader, promised us the best breakfast we had ever tasted. She sold the place short. The inside of the restaurant was filled with Victorian style decorations and dark wood paneling. When we sat down at the table, the waitress brought over a basket filled with giant cinnamon buns. Next we were invited to go to the buffet. I have never seen a display like that, except for the restaurant at my hotel in Mexico, which was all inclusive. There were all different kinds of fruit, croissants, bagels, muffins, and scones. There were chefs waiting to make belgian waffles and omelettes with a variety of toppings and fillings.
There were also desserts, sandwiches, pancakes, bacon, and sausage. It was the most delicious breakfast I've ever had. I've also never been so full in my life. Every time my Girl Scout troop went to New Hampshire, we always stopped there on the way home. My dad came to help on one trip, and was introduced to the restuarant. He fell in love. On every family vacation since that day, we always make a stop in Woodstock, NH to eat at the Woodstock Inn. My dad desperately wants to drive up there soon for a Sunday breakfast. It might be a four hour drive, but it would certainly be worth it!
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