This is the real thing, a Victorian summer hotel (1876) on the boardwalk with striped green awnings and crisp white paint. The Chalfonte keeps it simple and friendly. Room are pleasantly spartan with wood floors and white curtains and bedspreads; some share bathrooms. Children are more than welcome—a supervised kid's dining room has its own menu. Parents dine in the Magnolia Room or on the boardwalk-long veranda. Southern-style fried chicken, smothered pork chops, corn
pudding, and flaky biscuits are made by sisters Lucille and Dot, as their mother, Chalfonte's former beloved cook, taught them. A renovation in 2010 added air-conditioning, heat, and private baths to many of the rooms.
Oct 3, 2001
This was by far the worst experience I've ever had at a bed and breakfast or hotel. We got stuck in "the cottage" which was basically an old rent house and our room smelled like moth balls. We weren't given a key to the outside of the building so we got locked out late at night. We weren't told that the hotel was shutting down for the season half- way through our stay so we had no access to phones either. Maybe the main hotel is okay but this
was horrible. I can't believe we actually paid to stay here.