Severals years ago, my wife and I planned an anniversary getaway to The Highmeadows Vineyard Inn (www.highmeadows.com) in Scottsville, Virginia, not from Thomas Jefferson's Monticello. The inn consists of a quirky main house, a Federalist portion built in 1832 and a Victorian portion added in 1882, plus a number of outbuildings with additional rooms. I liked the sound of the Cabernet 'n Cream suite in a Craftsman-style cottage just a short walk through some woods from the main house, and I made our reservation.
After checking in at the main house, we drove around to park at the trim, white woodframe cottage. Our suite was lovely, a main room with a high canopy bed and fireplace, a sunny reading room and modern bathroom. Oh, and a very, very large "English soaking tub" plonked right in the middle of the main room. "That's odd," we thought. "No, that's awesome," we agreed on second thought.
Did we sleep in that big canopy bed? I suppose we must have, but except for several excellent meals in the main house [Gourmet Magazine's Restaurant Hall of Fame] we only remember spending hours bobbing in that big old tub. Read a little, talk a little, add more hot water, soak some more. Repeat.
Since then, we've been tub-hunters, vigilantly stalking what turns out to be a somewhat elusive beast: the oversized tub-for-two. Our prey does not have to inhabit the bedroom--although that is really quite nice. Nor must it conform to any particular shape. We like the clawfoot, the whirlpool, the straightsided teak from the East. If it's watery and spacious, we're in.
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