When you don’t know when your next vacation will come, you’ll take what you can get. So this weekend my husband and I escaped for 40 hours to the closest city from our home: Milwaukee. I’ve passed through Milwaukee over the years, but haven’t stayed there in 30 years.
We chose the 120-year-old Pfister Hotel.
The lobby was lovely and a throw back to the late 19th century.
We arrived in the dark and ate dinner at a bistro connected to the hotel. Nothing like not having to bundle up in the frigid temperatures. The next morning we did the same, breakfasting in this glass atrium.
That morning we cabbed it to the renowned Milwaukee Art Museum. This is something new since I stayed there in the early 1980s. The building looks like ship sails. While we couldn’t take photos of the art, I snapped this one of the lobby windows facing Lake Michigan, the same lake that Chicago sits on.
And the lobby ceiling.
That afternoon we headed to the top floor of the Pfister for afternoon tea. More nice lake views.
This is what we found when we sat down.
The waiter came by a bit later with this trolley of tea. They call it butler service and allowed us to smell each of the teas. I chose a berry rooibos and Tom an earl grey.
Here’s the table just before we dug in. The tea pots rested on these racks and we simply had to tip them to pour them, never taking them down from the racks.
That evening we headed out to a nice restaurant called Bacchus. I had told Tom that we didn’t need to bring nice clothes on this trip. It’s Milwaukee, it’s the Midwest. People surely wouldn’t dress up. But I was wrong. Luckily we had brought one change of decent clothes.
The menu at Bacchus featured a Wisconsin cheese platter. We ordered that as a starter, even though in Europe it would be served as dessert.
It was delicious.
The next morning we visited my friend and mentor at her family’s loft for a home-cooked breakfast before heading south back to the kids in Chicago. The perfect end to a relaxing weekend away.