Unwind in Luxury: St. Joseph's Hidden Vineyard Mansion B&B
Unwind in Luxury? More Like Blissful Overwhelm: A Screaming Review of St. Joseph's Hidden Vineyard Mansion B&B
Okay, folks, buckle up. Because I just got back from St. Joseph's Hidden Vineyard Mansion B&B, and "review" doesn't even begin to cover it. It's more like… a cathartic explosion of thoughts and feelings. Prepare for a messy, honest, and probably slightly unhinged account. Consider this your official warning.
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First things first: Accessibility. Now, I don't personally need a wheelchair, but my Aunt Carol does. And bless her heart, she's got opinions. She gave it a solid "two thumbs up" – which, for Carol, is practically a standing ovation. Wheelchair accessible throughout – check! Plenty of ramp access, elevators, and spacious rooms. She even navigated the sprawling grounds with relative ease. (Though she did mutter something about the cobblestones being "a bit of a bumpy ride," bless her. She's got a point though.)
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Didn't hit any major snags there. Plenty of room to maneuver, and the staff were super attentive, practically tripping over themselves to help Carol.
Internet Access: Alright, let's talk internet. They boast Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! and Internet, Internet [LAN], Internet services. Sounds promising, right? Well, it was… mostly. My laptop occasionally had the attention span of a goldfish, but hey, at least the Wi-Fi in public areas was solid, which mattered more when I was posting envy-inducing photos to the 'gram. There was also Wi-Fi for special events, which, honestly, who cares? I was there to escape my life, not connect to more of it.
The Getting Around factor, however, was pretty crucial. The B&B offered Airport transfer to which I responded "YES PLEASE" with a smile. Plus, the Car park [free of charge], Car park [on-site], Car power charging station, Taxi service and Valet parking were all super convenient. I could leave my (totally ordinary) car and still be pampered.
Cleanliness and Safety: This is where St. Joseph’s really shines. Post-pandemic, I’m a germaphobe, and this place was a sanitization haven. Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer everywhere you looked, and the staff? They were practically ninja-esque when it came sanitizing. Individually-wrapped food options,, Room sanitization opt-out available (though who would?), Professional-grade sanitizing services. They’re serious about this. You could probably eat off the toilet seat, though I'm not suggesting you try.
Rooms – Oh, the ROOMS!
Okay, let's get personal. This is where things get good. I booked the “most luxurious” suite, because… well, why the hell not? I needed a break. And HOLY MOLY, it was a dream. Seriously.
The Additional toilet was a lifesaver when Aunt Carol came in for a cry about a fight with her ex. Air conditioning? Glorious. Alarm clock? Useless, because I’m a light sleeper and woke up at 5 AM every single day. Bathrobes? Soft as a cloud. Bathtub? Immense and perfect for contemplating the meaning of life. Blackout curtains? Crucial. Coffee/tea maker, Complimentary tea? Crucial for my morning anxieties. Desk? Right where it needed to be. Extra long bed? YES. Free bottled water? Refilled religiously. Hair dryer? Powerful and didn’t set my hair on fire. In-room safe box? Probably useful, I actually forgot about it. Internet access – wireless? See above. Ironing facilities? I used them reluctantly. Laptop workspace? Useful for pretending to work (shhh). Linens? Heavenly. Mini bar? Dangerous, but I embraced it. Mirror? Massive and flattering. Non-smoking? Obvious. On-demand movies? I got lost in them. Private bathroom? Absolute bliss. Reading light? Useful for reading cheesy romance novels. Refrigerator? Stuffed with the aforementioned mini bar items. Satellite/cable channels? Whatever. Scale? I fear it. Seating area? So much comfy space. Separate shower/bathtub? Needed both. Shower? Powerful, like standing under a waterfall. Slippers? Luxurious. Sofa? Perfect for collapsing on after a day of utter relaxation. Telephone? Still works! Toiletries? Smelled divine. Towels? Fluffy, and there were so many. Wake-up service? See Alarm Clock. Wi-Fi [free]? See above. Window that opens? Needed that fresh air.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of
This is where things transitioned from "good" to "holy moly." Seriously, the food at St. Joseph's was something else. A Restaurant with A la carte in restaurant, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant.
I'm not even kidding. I ate until I could barely breathe. The Breakfast [buffet] was a work of art, a glorious spread of everything you could possibly desire. And the A la Carte in restaurant was phenomenal. I had the duck confit five nights in a row. Don’t judge me. The Poolside bar was my happy place. The Happy Hour? Well, let's just say that the wine flowed freely, and the world felt a little less… stressful.
They catered to almost every dietary need, with Alternative meal arrangement an option.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: The Ultimate Pampering Experience This is where I truly lost myself in the luxury. This is where the B&B truly delivers on its promise of "unwinding."
- Body scrub? SIGN ME UP. I emerged feeling like a newborn baby, but with a better tan.
- Body wrap? Yes, please! Goodbye, stress! Hello, silky skin!
- Fitness center? I glanced at it. Then I went back to the buffet.
- Foot bath? Ah, the bliss!
- Gym/fitness? Again, no. See above.
- Massage? The best in my life, no joke. I’ve never felt so relaxed.
- Pool with view? Stunning. I spent hours just staring at the scenery.
- Sauna? Yes.
- Spa? Pure magic.
- Spa/sauna? Even better.
- Steamroom? Yes, all the steam.
- Swimming pool? Gorgeous.
- Swimming pool [outdoor]? Even more gorgeous.
I opted for the Couple's room, because I was there with myself, and I truly needed the extra space. I found myself spending an hour doing absolutely nothing. It was pure relief.
Services and Conveniences: They Thought of Everything
The Concierge, was utterly amazing! They booked everything, got amazing deals, and saved me. All the staff, from the Doorman to the Daily housekeeping, were friendly beyond belief. The Cash withdrawal was helpful. So was the Gift/souvenir shop. I needed the Dry cleaning and Laundry service after all the spilled wine. And the Elevator was appreciated greatly by Aunt Carol. They even had Facilities for disabled guests, and the ability to book for Meetings/banquet facilities. They had a Shrine, if that's your thing. The Terrace was a prime location to drink while in the sunshine.
For the Kids:
I’m not a kid (and neither is Aunt Carol), but I did see a few families with kids. They seemed to be having a blast. The had Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal
The Imperfections (Because Nothing's Perfect, Right?)
Okay, so here’s the stuff the brochures won’t tell you.
- **The Cobblestones
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're not just going for a trip to the Vineyard Mansion B&B in St. Joseph, Missouri; we're going for a vibe. A messy, glorious, slightly off-kilter vibe. Here’s what supposedly happened, and what actually happened (or at least what I remember through the wine haze):
Vineyard Mansion Madness - A St. Josephian Odyssey
(Day 1: Arrival and "Oh, This Is Lovely!" Syndrome)
1:00 PM - Arrive at Kansas City International Airport (MCI). Okay, let’s be honest, the airport wasn’t exactly a high point. Delayed flight, the guy in front of me in line kept mansplaining airplane mechanics (no thanks), and I swear I felt myself aging a decade just navigating the rental car pickup. But hey, we’re on the road! And the rental car? A slightly dented minivan named "Betsy," who I came to adore.
2:30 PM - Drive to St. Joseph. The drive? Actually pretty. Missouri farmland is deceptively beautiful. Rolling hills, big skies, the works. At least until Betsy decided a bird strike on the windshield was absolutely obligatory.
3:30 PM - Arrive at Vineyard Mansion B&B. Check-in. Heart eyes emoji. Okay, I immediately fell in love. The old house, the wraparound porch, the promise of wine… It was everything I expected and more. The owner, a woman named Martha (pretty sure she’s an angel in disguise with incredible hair), greeted us with genuine warmth and a smile that could melt glaciers. She led us to "The Merlot Room" which was HUGE. Like, could-hold-a-small-dance-party huge.
4:00 PM - Settle into the Merlot Room and explore the B&B. The room was gorgeously decorated, but I was a bit underwhelmed. The picture didn't do it justice, I thought at first, but Martha was so sweet, the space was undeniably beautiful.
4:30 PM - Initial wine tasting in the parlor. Oh. My. Goodness. They had wine, and cheese. They had…everything. Martha, with her angelic presence gave us the rundown on the "wine" itself, and then, it was heavenly. I immediately had to resist the urge to buy a bottle of everything.
5:30 PM - Wander around the grounds and take pictures. The gardens were meticulously kept, and the sunset was playing perfectly on the vines. Perfect for some Instagram shots.
6:00 PM - Downtime. Freshen up before dinner. I took a looonnnggg bath. Felt like a queen.
7:30 PM - Dinner at the B&B. Martha whips up a mean meal. Everything was homemade, and absolutely delicious. The other guests (a charming retired couple from Chicago and a very quiet, very mysterious man who kept sketching in a notebook) were good company, even if the Chicago couple kept talking about their cats’ health problems.
9:00 PM - Post-dinner wine and relaxation. I think I might have had a wee bit too much wine. The conversation was funny, and the world was good. I found myself chatting with the mysterious man (who’s suddenly quite chatty after a few glasses) about the merits of different types of paintbrushes.
**(Day 2: History, Hiccups, and Huge Regrets)
8:30 AM - Breakfast. Martha made the most amazing fluffy buttermilk pancakes. It was so good, I nearly forgot I had a splitting headache from all the wine.
9:30 AM - Explore the B&B. I spent the next hour wandering around the mansion, I realized just how gorgeous the place was. I loved the stained-glass windows.
10:30 AM - Visit the Patee House Museum. Now, this is where things get a bit…messy. The Patee House (formerly a hotel, and the headquarters of the Pony Express) was pretty cool, honestly. Lots of history. But between my hangover and the heat, my attention span was fading faster than a toddler at a naptime.
11:30 AM - Visit the Jesse James Home. The Jesse James Home was weirdly fascinating, but also a bit…grim. The whole vibe left me feeling a little down about the whole idea of a “legend.”
1:00 PM - Lunch at a local cafe. Had a delicious sandwich and a very strong coffee that, if anything else, probably increased the coffee's anxiety levels.
2:00 PM - Attempt to shop for souvenirs. Found one shop, but the lady in the shop, insisted I browse through everything.
3:00 PM - Back to the B&B. Nap. My head was throbbing.
4:00 PM - Wine tasting (again). Okay, maybe a little hair of the dog. And then a little more. And then… well, let’s just say I developed a newfound appreciation for the Merlot.
6:00 PM - Dinner at a restaurant. Another round of good food and good conversation, and the quiet man and I became instant drawing buddies.
8:00 PM - Star gazing. I sat on the porch, sipped wine, and gazed up at the stars, feeling ridiculously happy. Until I tripped over a garden gnome.
(Day 3: Departure and the Aftermath)
8:00 AM - Breakfast (and another attempt to eat pancakes. It was the highlight!)
9:00 AM - Say goodbye. It was hard to bid adieu to Martha and her beautiful mansion.
10:00 AM - Head to the airport.
The Verdict?
The Vineyard Mansion? Absolute heaven. St. Joseph? Surprisingly charming. My liver? Probably needs a vacation itself. Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Just maybe with a slightly smaller bottle of wine. And a better sense of direction. And, you know, less bird strikes. But, hey, a trip is more than the sum of its parts. It's the people you meet, the experiences you have… and the accidental gnome-trips. It was perfect.
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Is this place *actually* luxurious? Like, *really*? I'm talking fluffy robes and champagne at 8 AM luxurious?
The vineyard... is it just for show? Or are you actually, you know, *wine-ing*?
The location... St. Joseph. What's the vibe? Tourist trap? Quiet escape?
Let's talk breakfast. I'm a foodie. Is it worth getting out of bed for?
Is it romantic? Because, you know… *stuff*.
Are there any downsides? Be honest.
Would you go back? And more importantly, should *I* go?
