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NEW MARLBOROUGH — “We are in the middle of nowhere,” I declare, as my husband turns the car into the snowy driveway of the inn. I’m not complaining; I am thrilled. We’re meeting our friends Mary Ann and Rob for a two-day getaway, and we were in charge of finding The Perfect Place.
The criteria were simple: It had to be halfway between them in New York and us in Boston. It had to be affordable. It had to have great food nearby.