Okay, it wasn't midnight, but we did take a train.
Visiting Stone Barns has been on our bucket list for a few years now, so on a recent trip to New York City we made it happen. I wasn't going to rent a car in NY, so I Macgyvered a way there using public transportation. I found we could take the subway to the train station and then grab a 15-minute taxi ride from the Tarrytown station. Being from Ohio, any chance to ride a train is still considered fun.
When you arrive, you feel like you're going to get arrested for trespassing on a billionaires property...if the billionaire was really into having sheep running around the front yard. The grounds are gorgeous. I understand that they have staff and volunteers, but I can't make my 10x20 yard look that good, and I don't have animals and/or children running around on it.
From April through November, you can purchase a weekend admission ticket for around $20 and spend all day there if you want. There are a variety of hands-on activities and drop-in tours. We received a printed schedule and a map and took off exploring for the day alone.
We met the sheep, chased some chickens, and tried some honey from the local bees. One guide gave us a tour of the pawpaw trees and let us pick the ripe fruit, which I had never tasted. Crazy considering it is a native tree here in Ohio. We were also able to talk to one of the chefs from Blue Hill about their greenhouse tomatoes. What a resource to have - I was envious of the families that clearly lived nearby and visited often.
I wish I could go on to tell you we scored a resso at Blue Hill and Dan Barber welcomed us with a cocktail in hand. I can't. We were able to have lunch at the cafe, which is almost** as good as eating 10 feet away at Blue Hill. They have a handful of offerings like crostinis and pastries, and we tried and loved most of them. We also ate some of the gazpacho one of our groups made on their human-powered blender.
We left sighing, knowing that we probably won't be back for quite some time. We will just have to keep admiring the work they do from afar.
**not even close, thanks a lot Dan