Today the road brought me to Davenport, IA.
I had just completed my first full stage production in nearly 6 years and I needed a weekend to wind down from it. How to do just that? Of course! Road trip!!
I decided a return trip to Algonquin, IL would fit the bill just nicely. I could get a little gaming in at the Underground Retrocade and enjoy the comfort and hospitality of Victorian Rose Garden Bed and Breakfast again.
But I needed something for that first night. A little research led to the discovery of Beiderbecke Inn of Davenport, IA owned by Pam and Dennis LaRoque and the deal was sealed.
Getting out of town was a bit of an adventure. When I awoke Friday morning, I glanced out the window to check the weather and found Omaha was in the throes of a winter storm. Luckily the accumulation only amounted to an inch, but the way it was blowing around made it seem a lot worse and cut the visibility down to nearly zero. A view of weather reports showed me that the storm was localized to the metro area so once I got past Council Bluffs I would be OK, provided that things tapered off by 11am which, mercifully, they did.
It was a little slow going getting out of the city and then my low pressure signal came on. I rolled my eyes and pulled off to a Casey’s in Council Bluffs to pump up my tires.
After that it was pretty smooth sailing. My MP3 was pulling up some great long unheard tunes and the driving was smooth after Council Bluffs. My schedule was thrown off a bit by the slower driving I needed before I escaped winter’s fury so I ended up stopping for lunch later than I anticipated.
On several occasions I had passed a little gas station/café in Kellogg, IA called Iowa’s Best Burger Café which allegedly served the best burgers in the state and I decided to put that to the test.
The place serves a mighty mean burger. I had a ¼ hamburger with the works and it really hit the spot. Juicy, charbroiled, and just flat out good. A side of crinkle fries completed the meal and it does come with a beverage, too, albeit no refills. So if you’re hungry and you are close to Kellogg, IA, this place is definitely worth a visit.
From there, it was back on the road until I reached Beiderbecke Inn.
The inn is located in Davenport’s historic neighborhood and had been the dream home of Charles and Louise Beiderbecke who made their fortune selling groceries and coal wholesale. Their home is built near the bank of the Mississippi and has a beautiful view of the river.
Beiderbecke Inn is a Victorian mansion and a classic B & B. Stepping inside made me feel as if I was transported to the inn of The Boscombe Valley Mystery of the Sherlock Holmes tales. I was greeted by Pam and I met her grandchildren (both official and unofficial) as they practiced a dance routine in the massive greeting hall. The bottom floor includes the hall, dining room, library, den, and billiards room.
After paying for my stay, I met Dennis and was led to the Victorian Room which had the two things I needed for a bitterly cold night: a fire and a Jacuzzi tub. I heaved a contented sigh and set up for the night.
Due to the lateness of my lunch and the cold outside, I decided to stay indoors for the night. I thumbed through the impressive DVD library and selected Maverick. I then finished a novel, started the electric fire, and drew a hot bath.
The bath felt great as the gentle jets soothed my weary body and reactivated my tired mind. I stayed in the tub until I soaked up all of the hot water. Then I went through my nighttime ritual and got under the covers to watch the movie, but didn’t get very far before I conked out.
The next morning, it was time for breakfast. Waiting at the table were goblets of orange juice, milk, and water along with a dish of berries (strawberries, I think) mixed with a cream that made them oh, so sweet and tasty. The main course was an omelet stuffed with peppers, onions, and bacon which served as great fuel for the road.
If you’re in the Davenport, IA and want to stay in a classic B & B, Beiderbecke Inn is definitely the inn for you. And, as we’re close to the holiday season, I’m told the inn looks particularly nice at Christmas. Hint. Hint.
Until the next time, happy travels.