For our fourth straight fall getaway, this mountain resort remains our go-to for serene romance amid autumn's splendor. Perched in a sea of blazing reds and golds, our room's sliding door offered jaw-dropping foliage views that kept us glued to the balcony.
Spotless and snug, the space featured sumptuous bedding perfect for lingering mornings. The staff shone brightly—welcoming from arrival, proactive throughout. Kudos to the concierge for flawlessly pulling off my fiancé's birthday magic: a rich cake, crisp French champagne, and chocolate-strawberry delights, all with panache.
Chilly, misty days? No problem. The heated outdoor pool and hot tub were blissful havens, their warmth a balm against the crisp air. Post-dip hot towels sealed the spa-like indulgence, leaving us utterly revived.
Dog lovers rejoice: it's truly pet-welcoming. Our two Pomeranians have joined us on previous trips.
Yet, Alpine Hall's dining dimmed the glow. The elegant vibe belied middling fare—burgers charred to pucks, not the succulent bites promised. Dinner portions skimped, the filet mignon a pricey whisper. Gone too was last year's stellar Berkshire pork chop. Even the Caesar lacked its shaved Parmesan flair. Cocktails? Decent, but $24+ steals prompted us to BYOB for drinks back in our room..
With superior sourcing for meats, fuller servings, and steadier execution, we'd dine in exclusively. The resort's allure and service are elite; the kitchens just need to catch up.
Count on us returning next fall.