Schooner's Restaurant

Despite the unfortunate weigh-in at the airport, we had a very pleasant 40-minute flight in the Cessna 402 to Nantucket. The winds were calm as we landed at Nantucket Airport and immediately flashbacks of the once-popular TV show "Wings" took flight. The airport is quaint, simple and you could easily imagine Helen cooking up something greasy at the restaurant behind the ticket counter. We grabbed our bags, the keys to the rental car (courtesy of Nantucket Windmill Auto Rental) and set off on the island.

The six-minute drive to The Anchor Inn was equally as easy. The innkeepers were there to greet us and show us to our room. Each room at the inn is named after a ship -- we stayed in Cyprus on the second floor -- and is dressed with canopy beds, full bathrooms and quaint views of the hidden gardens nearby.




We strolled into town (only a few blocks from the inn) and found our seat on the outside patio at Schooner's Restaurant. The sun set as we dined on clam chowder, swordfish caeser salads and schooner dogs (fried hot dogs) and washed it all back with bottomless glasses of Merlot's and Heineken's.


Schooners was the perfect welcome to the start of the Nantucket weekend.