Jean's

At Jean’s, you can eat a Jimmy Nardello pepper that was grown on Jean’s very own produce farm in a palatial dining room, before losing your dignity downstairs in the cocktail lounge, which is "open occasionally." It's sexy, mysterious, and a level of over-the-top that initially made us want to move to Vermont and live life more simply. But there’s just something about Jean’s. You can sit in a leather booth, across from a table of people who walk runways, and eat kohlrabi blanketed in tuna carpaccio, and a burger with creamy “fondue” cheese and fried onions. Then a cookie that is actually the size of your head, and a glass of bourbon milk. While sipping your fourth chili-oil spiked martini of the evening, it might occur to you—the simple life is good and all, but there’s just something about living lavishly.

photo credit: Alex Staniloff