Only two blocks off Thames Street, an utter rubbish dump of a tourist trap, is the sublime Vanderbilt. I slid in on a Monday afternoon and my mind was detonated. Blown. Off. You may assume that the staff might tire, might be off their game on a Monday in August. After the weekend. After lunch. No such thing. However, the staff was not obsequious. No “Yessmm,” Everything was direct, friendly and attentive. And genuine. Let’s finish this with the price. When you think Newport, you think Gilded Age, Luxury, Dukes, Vandys, etc. Money. This is gonna cost me. Think again. Think about that rubbery lobster roll you ate on the aforementioned Thames Street for $36 where the tables were sticky and the Nickleback on the speakers made your ears bleed. Again, let’s finish with the price. My God, the price. $18 for a perfect lunchtime lobster roll. It’s up to you. Choose your destiny. I’ll stop there.
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