More on Middleburg

How can you not love a town where this is the sign for the Police Department? hand painted, depicting a foxhound because Middleburg is deep in the heart of fox hunting country. The Middleburg Hunt is one of the oldest continuous Hunts in the country and these people take this sport very seriously.

The haze by the way is from the heat. It was extremely hot the first day I was there--easily 100 degrees with stifling humidity and truly only mad dogs, Englishmen and tourists were out on the street!


How can you also not love a town with a restaurant so named? And yes, there is indeed a French Hound, although he is a Jack Russell fond of sunning himself in the aforementioned heat! The food there, by the way, is outstanding and the homey bistro is a favorite of the locals, a sure sign it is good. By the second day I was in Middleburg, I felt like a local since I knew a bunch of people in the restaurant!




The all important bar area was especially packed--could this have been a comment on one of the favorite past times of serious fox hunters--the post hunt libations! (Come to think of it, this was in anticipation of the hunt--still a few weeks away!)

In any event, the trip was fabulous. I signed up two chefs for Volume 2 (did I mention we are doing a sequel?) and made some great new friend, canine and otherwise. In fact, I do not think that there was a single car that drove through Middleburg without a dog in it!