Gracious. That’s the first word that comes to mind when one walks into this frilled little inn, a place so old-fashioned it still has a payphone nook in the lobby (though it now just holds a house phone); only colonial-era art adorns its walls. But the staff are cheery and helpful, the rooms decent-sized (those ending in 01 are smallest) and quiet (except those overlooking the raucous outdoor party on Stone Street in the warm weather months). As for the beds: They only look lumpy because real feathers are used in the comforters. Pre-pandemic prices used to drop drastically here on the weekends; we’re not seeing that pattern currently, but it could return should business travel to the city become more robust.