A Visit to Pittsfield, Massachusetts | Hotel on North and Hancock Shaker Village
A visit to the “Brooklyn of the Berkshires” town of Pittsfield, Massachusetts, including a stay at Hotel on North and afternoon at Hancock Shaker Village.
Pittsfield, Massachusetts can claim a few famous New Englanders, including writer Herman Melville, actress Elizabeth Banks, and astronaut Stephanie Wilson. Actor Robin Williams owned a summer home here and President Theodore Roosevelt had an ill-fated trolley accident in 1902 that left a rather sad mark on the city. But that is all in the past. Today, Pittsfield proudly wears the designation as the “Brooklyn of the Berkshires,” thanks to the abundance of cultural offerings bringing new life and energy to the city.
It was an invitation from the new Hotel on North that brought me to town, and I’m happy it did. As I quickly discovered, the hotel is a quirky, fun destination full of character and charm. Every room is appointed with lovely details and unique antiques, even the bathroom, where a signature fresh daisy awaited in a glass soda shaped bottle adorned with the word “smile” in raised letters. The hallway walls are decorated with groupings of old wooden skis, vintage tennis rackets and baseball bats, not to mention a wall of 1950s TV lamps lit to show off their glorious ceramic forms. The building’s original birdcage elevator has been converted into a little cocktail nook and an old print cutter now has a home in the center of the hotel’s restaurant.

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus
An on-site dinner at Eat on North, in the former Bessie Clark Clothing Store building, was perfect as well. The Dory & Ginger cocktail was delicious and much-needed, after a hectic day spent finishing up work at the office and a scenic—but longish—drive from New Hampshire. The name of the cocktail is also the name of a vintage-inspired store just off the hotel lobby, where I purchased two big zinc letters (L & E) for my daughters. Dinner was a roasted cauliflower tarte, a chickpea and red quinoa cake and a delicious apple crisp with cinnamon whipped cream served in a small cast iron pan. Executive chef Brian Alberg, of The Red Lion Inn in Stockbridge, has designed a menu with plenty of options to please vegetarians and carnivores alike. Not one to buck the popular—and good—trend of supporting local farmers and businesses, I was happy to see that the restaurant’s suppliers include Barrington Coffee Roasting Company, Berkshire Mountain Bakery and Hilltop Orchards, just to name a few.

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus
As usual on these brief out-of-the-office explorations, there was too much to do and not enough time. My stay in Pittsfield, however, renewed my appreciation for the many often-overlooked locations across New England. I look forward to further explorations on future visits to this small city. I’m already making my list: Dottie’s Coffee, Baba Louie’s Pizza, the Berkshire Museum, and one of my favorite contemporary art museums, Mass MoCA, in nearby North Adams.
But by design, this trip was about slowing down the pace. The highlight of my visit was an afternoon at the Hancock Shaker Village, a beautiful place preserving a way of life not many of us can comprehend. The Village offers a glimpse into a simpler time, and a community that valued esthetically beautiful craft and self-sufficiency. When we arrived, there was a small group of photographers at the entrance who soon spread out in search of inspired photographs. And it’s hard not to be inspired by the architecture, the details, the landscape. There is just something about the quality of light that is so different, so beautiful in these historic structures. I found myself visually drawn to the fine details of buildings and craftsmanship.

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus

Credit: Heather Marcus
I’m looking forward to a return visit—hopefully with my elementary school-aged daughters in tow—in the spring, when the landscape of the Village will be awakening and the new baby animals arrive on the farm. So much will be different, but so much will remain the same, and really, that is the point. Although the way of life preserved at Hancock Shaker Village is no longer a viable option for most of us, it still inspires. In our technologically driven, fast-paced world, it is easy to lose sight of a simpler, slower, beautifully crafted life.
Hotel on North. 297 North Street, Pittsfield. 413-358-4741; hotelonnorth.com
Hancock Shaker Village. 1843 West Housatonic Street, Pittsfield. 413-443-0188, hancockshakervillage.org










andrew wyeth much ? 🙂 nice
I grew up in West Pittsfield in the 60’s and 70’s. My Mom worked at the Hancock Shaker Village, when the restoration was first begun, by Mrs. Miller. My Mom typed several of the early Shaker Cookbooks that Mrs. Miller put together. I remember going to the Village with my Mom and helping to stuff envelopes for the dinners that they held in late summer. When the Round Stone Barn was taken apart stone by stone and numbered, we got to see the process from beginning to end. What an amazing building.
Having lived in Florida for 34 years, on visits back home I enjoy visiting the Hancock Shaker Village. So many craftsmen doing original Shaker items; brooms, boxes, baskets, black smithing etc. The peacefulness of the grounds and the beautiful views bring back wonderful memories. If you’ve never been, you are missing out on a true treasure of the Berkshires.
My mother grew up in Pittsfield MA. At one time, her father worked as a farmer for the Shakers. Mother remembered one time when her parents were going to be away for several days, and she was left with the Shakers who babysat her. She said they made her stay on a chair all the time except when she was sleeping. Frank Pike was her father’s name, and this was around 1928, give or take