"Made up of tiny towns on the Pennsylvania and New Jersey sides of the Delaware River, Bucks and Hunterdon Counties draw a liberal, artistic crowd. Each town has a distinct personality - from the history-book feel of Frenchtown, whose population hasn't grown at all in the past 100 years, to the dozens of hippie T-shirt shops and hipster galleries along Main Street in New Hope, Pennsylvania - but most New Yorkers head out in pursuit of secluded farmhouses, canoe trips down the river and country quietude."

Bridgeton House, with "incredible views of the river" is listed in the Nice Places to Visit section of this interesting and informative article.

"Need to unwind for a few days? I know just the place. It's called the Bridgeton House because it overlooks a bridge over the Delaware River to New Jersey, right across from the charming little town of Milford and many guests proclaim it to be the nicest place they've ever stayed. It's guaranteed to take the city out of you in an instant, and isn't it about time you had a good night's sleep? . . . As lovely as it is, the best thing about the Bridgeton House is its location and the plethora of nearby activities - and not just on the river. First, take a long, mind-clearing walk along the tow path that runs alongside the Delaware Canal (a 60 mile state park) for many, many miles."

"Our favorite Bucks County Inn!" (Philadelphia Magazine).

"The Bridgeton House - my kind of country inn; plank floors and white walls, windows on the river and warm apple cake in the kitchen. Here I could relax." (Washington Post).

"A most romantic vacation setting...Bridgeton House on the banks of the Delaware -- a small, shuttered brick Inn that combines French country charm with American simplicity." (Womans Day).

"Bridgeton House, reflecting traditions of river and canal life, one of Bucks County's superb historical Inns." (New York Times).

"Before long I was snaking down the Delaware River to Upper Black Eddy, Pennsylvania, the home of Bridgeton House On-the-Delaware, an inn about which I can't begin to say enough good things. It's on the river, the rooms are handsomely appointed, and most even have their own private riverfront balconies. After driving across the bridge to the Milford Oyster House, there to sup on Crab Norfolk and a garlic-laden salad, I retreated to my balcony to watch the river flow and the fireflies blink. It was a hot and humid night, but before 15 minutes had passed the temperature had plunged at least as many degrees, and the fireflies flew off to make way for a thunderstorm. The lightning exploded over Upper Black Eddy as I looked on, delighting in the gaudy detonations far overhead. A half-hour later the storm was gone, and I climbed gratefully into my soft bed to read February House: The Story of W.H. Auden, Carson McCullers, Jane and Paul Bowles, Benjamin Britten, and Gypsy Rose Lee, Under One Roof In Wartime America and drift at length into yet another deep, untroubled sleep.