Open air eating, vintage vinyl and someone's 250
I should be packing for vacation but instead I spent 3 hours arguing with myself over which things make the top 3. I finally narrowed it down. Because the heavy lifting is my job. Your job is just to go have fun.
Rare is the weekend where the stars align and you can hit all three top happenings in one shot. But this time, the weekend gods smiled upon us.
History, food, music, beer against a backdrop that makes you stop mid-sip. Not a bad place to call home.
If you leave your house
If you prefer your history with a side of gunpowder, head to Tinicum Park to cheer on the USA’s 250th. They’re swapping textbooks for cannon blasts and Durham Boat replicas on hand. Which is great for anyone who wants to experience the Revolutionary War without the whole 'rowing for your life in a freezing river' part. Runs Saturday 10-5.
Main Street is trading traffic jams for dining tables May 15–16. From 5 to 11 (yes, at night), Doylestown’s best foods spots are spilling onto the street for open air dining, cocktails and live music. It’s the one time of year where the tables have a better parking spot than you or I ever will.
Give your Spotify a rest at Neshaminy Creek Brewing Company. Spend Sunday (12-5) afternoon flipping through thousands of vintage records with a cold pint in hand. It’s old school therapy. Just try not to spill any IPA on the Hendrix.
Where I’m eating
Right on the water, Stella of New Hope serves brunch all weekend from 11 to 2. With views of the river that make IG filters look like a cry for help, you can chomp on locally sourced dishes (cough Southern Comfort cough). And unlike the ducks, I won’t judge your third mimosa. It’s farm to table flare + “I’m on a boat” vibes without the motion sickness.
One local tip
When New Hope becomes a mosh pit of tourists, do what the locals do. Walk, don’t drive, across the bridge into Lambertville. It’s New Hope’s chill, artsy sibling with fewer crowds. Since finding a parking spot is a miracle, guard yours with your life. Treat the bridge as your personal pedestrian highway between two states.
As for me, I'll be busy power-washing Stella’s chicken off my fingers and pretending I know how to properly handle vintage vinyl. Let me know where you’re heading.
May your new vinyl make you feel 16 again,
Cait, From Bucks