Kennebunkport Inn
An inn with its own pub, two minutes from another
このホテルについて
Sophisticated rooms set the tone at Kennebunkport Inn, but the practical draw is the pairing of an in-house pub with a two-minute walk to Ryan's Corner House Irish Pub, giving a group two distinct evening options without moving the car. Complimentary breakfast and Wi-Fi are included, useful on early tee-time mornings, and a full dining room and bar cover the rest of the day. Seashore Trolley Museum sits about eight minutes away by taxi for a change of pace, and Portland International Jetport is roughly thirty-seven minutes out. Air-conditioned, kid-friendly and smoke-free, the inn keeps a classic New England character throughout. The two-pub proximity is what most groups end up mentioning first when recommending the stay to friends.
- In-house pub
- Walk to Ryan's Corner House
- Complimentary breakfast
編集部の評価
A dependable pick for a golf-resort group that wants a classic inn atmosphere with real dining options close by, both in-house and a two-minute walk away besides that. It suits a mid-sized buddies trip particularly well; travelers chasing spa amenities or a waterfront setting should look elsewhere further down this list.
- Alternate between the in-house pub and Ryan's Corner House across the trip, since both are worth the visit and neither requires driving.
- Book the earliest breakfast slot on tee-time mornings to clear the dining room before the rush.
- Arrange the taxi to Seashore Trolley Museum in advance if the group plans a rest-day outing.
おすすめの理由
- In-house pub and dining
- Two-minute walk to a second pub
- Complimentary breakfast and Wi-Fi
- Classic New England character
ゲストに人気の理由A buddies trip of six split evenings between the inn's own pub and the short walk to Ryan's Corner House, never once needing the car after golf finished for the day. Complimentary breakfast kept early tee times simple, and the classic, slightly worn-in character of the inn suited a group more interested in the golf than the decor. The two-pub setup became something of a running joke by the end of the trip.