Carson M.
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Stepping into The Hopkins Inn is like crossing an ocean and arriving in the Old World—without ever leaving Connecticut. Despite our arriving late, we were welcomed with warmth, grace, and true European hospitality. Special thanks to our phenomenal servers, AVA and JORDAN—their professionalism, attentiveness, and knowledge turned what could have been a rushed meal into an unforgettable dining experience.
On their recommendation, I enjoyed a crisp and elegant Austrian rosé that rivaled anything I’ve tasted in Vienna itself. The pork liver pâté was a silky, savory masterpiece—delicately rich and perfectly balanced. Then came the star of the evening: the Wienerschnitzel. I’ve eaten this classic dish in Salzburg, Munich, and Vienna, and I can say without hesitation this was the finest rendition I’ve had outside of the Old World. Golden, light, perfectly seasoned—each bite was pure culinary joy.
Just when I thought the evening couldn’t climb higher, the caramel dessert appeared like a final symphony movement—decadent yet refined, the kind of sweet finish that lingers in memory long after the last spoonful.
Hopkins Inn is not just a restaurant—it’s an experience. From AVA and JORDAN’s impeccable service to the flawless Austrian cuisine, this is a destination that proves the Old World lives on in New England.
If you want an extraordinary evening where every detail sings, look no further. Hopkins Inn is a jewel that Connecticut should be proud of.