The American Club is a beautifully massive brick building built in 1918. It was built to house the immigrant workers and provide good living conditions and was converted to a five-diamond hotel in 1981. As you drive up, the valet opens your door wearing turn of the century attire - long socks and knickers. We arrived just as they were serving wine and cheese in the library. The hotel feels like you are staying in a mansion with thick oak woodwork and exquisite Kohler bathrooms. The shower had four shower heads, including a rain shower, beautifully intricate sink, and their own line of bath products. It really is an elegant hotel with uncommon luxury. We enjoyed dinner at Horse & Plow; which was once the bowling alley. Our appetizer was fried beer battered cheese curds - when in Rome.
Sunday spa day! The Kohler Waters Spa is small, but elegant. I enjoyed a berries and bliss pedicure and Jeff had a golfer's foot renewal. With proper toes, we enjoyed a spa lunch with smoothies and then relaxed and read by the indoor pool and waterfall.
Returning to the American Club, we enjoyed tea and cookies in the library. We walked around the grounds a bit. The Village of Kohler looks like it is out of a movie - picture perfect. We were told that Kohler owns everything, all of the land, all of the businesses. I kind of wonder how the families that live there feel about Kohler. We enjoyed dinner in The Wisconsin Room, the original dining hall next to the leaded glass window that read "Life without labor is guilt - labor without art is brutality." I ordered forest mushroom risotto, creamy wild mushroom soup, wild grains lettuce salad and an after spa beverage. Jeff had the hazelnut and buttermilk blue cheese-crusted New York strip loin and twice baked potato. We both agreed it was one of the best meals we've ever had. Later we sat at the bar (Horse and Plow) and watched playoff hockey and enjoyed apple pie for dessert. As if the free wine, cheese and tea weren't enough, each night they would deliver fresh baked cookies to our room.
On Monday, as I was blow drying my hair, the power went out. My bad? The novel of a 100 year old hotel? Oh well, on to the Green House for a latte. I could live in this charming antique solarium from Chorley, Lancashire in the north of England, they dismantled it, transported it and reassembled it piece by piece in the courtyard. So peaceful and lovely.
We visited the neighboring town of Sheboygan Falls and stopped at the Atrium Tea Room for a hazelnut chocolate scone and coconut oolong tea. It was a neat tea shops with hundreds of tea selections - I purchased some hazelnut truffle tea to take home. The tea room is in Richardson's Furniture Emporium so you can outfit your house or remodel your kitchen while you sip your tea. I found cute silver chair place card holders for an upcoming tea party. We walked through Evan's, which was like a Ben Franklin that hadn't changed in 30 years.
We drove to Whistling Straights, which is on Lake Michigan and a PGA course.
We finished the evening with dinner at Blackwolf Run, which was mediocre, but we did enjoy the British fellows at the table next to us, who did not want any cheese with their dinner and thought the waitress was telling them that they served actual turtles for dessert not knowing we call chocolate/caramel treats turtles. At each and every stop that day, we kept running into another couple, The Johnson's, it was pretty comical by dinner when they sent drinks over and we bought them drinks at the Horse and Plow.
May Day ended our vacation as we drove to Milwaukee for my work event. We checked out Miller Park and had lunch at The Watts Tea Shop. I enjoyed a Waterford Spritzer, cucumber and olive nut sandwiches and a hot Russian. We stayed across the street at The Pfister. It's a beautiful old hotel. We stayed on the fifth floor, the hallways were very tall and wide with a green, pink, white and gold motif. Jeff felt like we were in The Shining and we did find newspaper articles that opposing teams to the Brewers bunk up when staying at The Pfister do to haunting noises, but I ain't afraid of no ghost. When I returned from my event it was nearly 10, but the concierge was awesome, pulling out his old school rolodex and directing us to a nearby Italian restaurant which was amazing.
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