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Labor Day Weekend, Part 1: The Golden Lamb Inn

As much as Hims and I would have loved to take this three day weekend and gone to the coast or something, we know better. Talk about crowds and inflated prices everywhere! Instead, we took Saturday and drove down to Lebanon to have a wonderful brunch at Ohio’s oldest inn: The Golden Lamb. Afterwards, we drove up to Springfield and attended the Fair at New Boston. (More about that in the next post!)

The Golden Lamb first opened in 1803 in Lebanon, Ohio, as a “house of public entertainment” – a tavern and inn. It began as a two-story log building owned by Jonas Seaman, and later replaced by the new owner, Ichabod Corwin, with a “fine brick hostel”. This makes up the oldest part of the building today – the lobby area, Dickens dining room, and the oldest rooms above – from what I understand.

Since then, people including Charles Dickens, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Daniel Webster, Mark Twain, and quite a number of U.S. Presidents have stayed a night (or few) there. And yes – it even has its own ghosts!

Looking up Broadway from the front of The Golden Lamb.
Looking up Broadway from the front of The Golden Lamb.
The lobby of The Golden Lamb, as you enter the building.
The lobby of The Golden Lamb, as you enter the building.

We were seated for brunch in The Lebanon Room, the site of the original log tavern. (You walk straight back through the lobby to get to it.) We’ve never been seated back there, so it was a nice, new experience.

The summer day through the window next to our table.
The summer day through the window next to our table.
The large table at the end of the room. The door leads into the current Black Horse Tavern.
The large table at the end of the room. The door leads into the current Black Horse Tavern.
The Black Horse Tavern. One of these days we'll have a drink or two there!
The Black Horse Tavern. One of these days we’ll have a drink or two there!

One of the reasons you have got to go dine at The Golden Lamb if you ever have the chance is their relish tray. Ohhh, what goodness abounds on that white rectangle! Seriously – this time we had egg salad, pickled watermelon rind (I thought it would be gross, too, but it’s actually amazingly good!), pickled beets (Hims hates beets, but loves these things), and crunchy bread slices to eat them with. We’ve had other things instead of the beets – this is their late summer fare. Like any really good restaurant, they change with the seasons, and they make use of local farms.

2015 09 05 Golden Lamb relish plate Russell

Then we ordered brunch:

Hims had a reuben, and loved it.
Hims had a reuben, and loved it.
I tried their french toast with fruit compote. Yum!
I tried their french toast with fruit compote. Yum!

While we were sitting there, we weighed whether or not we should go up to Springfield that day for the Fair at New Boston, or whether we should wait until Sunday to do that. I don’t remember what it was, but something tipped our decision in favor of going up there the same day – and since the next day had a heat warning, we’re glad we did!

And look at the beautiful flowers on our table!
And look at the beautiful flowers on our table!
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Syd is a Midwestern girl who doesn’t think the term “girl” is sexist in the least – especially after she left her 20s. She holds a huge love for history (from WWI through the end of WWII, Victorian, Regency, and Elizabethan eras), some science fiction, and likes to pass the time reading, working with photography and needlework, and writing things. Lots of things. Syd likes to dance, too, but she looks like an utter goob doing so!

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