This is a lovely home and it's very close, and thus very nice, for people needing to spend time at St. Anthony's hospital or to visit someone there. We had a nice room on the back side of the house; it was quiet during the night, except for those persons who came in and left and slammed the doors all night long. The owners of the home need to put some sort of silencers on those darn doors.
One of the really great things about staying in a bed and breakfast, in our opinion, is sharing a breakfast with fellow travelers. That's not going to happen at The Grandison, except on weekends. The breakfast material is in a small closet on the second floor; help yourself, please. To be sure, there's cereal and yoghurt, and fruit and coffee and tea, but it's not a communal thing.
The Grandison also has a small closet on the second floor landing with a bunch of those supplies that you need every once in a while, those razors and cough syrup and aspirin (or acetominophen) that you left at home. It's a well-stocked closet; that's also where the hair dryers are located.
There's no one to greet you or say goodbye in the mornings, if you leave before 10 a.m. The desk is unoccupied. It's really odd; a lovely home and an impersonal feeling about it. A house like that needs life and it doesn't have it. We sat in a similar home in Vancouver, BC, and drank afternoon sherry with the guests and the hosts; that's a b and b we'd revisit; the Grandison is not.
