When I want atmosphere, this is where I go to eat; The Publick House has been serving meals to a hungry public since Ebenezer Craft opened it in 1771. Time has only improved that service.
A costumed waitress will seat you in one of the candle-lit dining rooms.

There are fireplaces blazing, at least in the spring, fall, and winter. You will be enveloped in wonderful smells. You can easily imagine yourself back in the Colonial period. It is warm and noisy. And there's not just a menu for the Publick House; here, you get a bill of fare. On this cold November day, the specials included corn chowder and autumn squash bisque, open-faced turkey sandwich (it was the day after Thanksgiving), fish-and-chips, and the omelet of the day was sausage, bacon, and three-cheese.
I ordered the autumn squash bisque and hearts of lettuce salad. Al had the English cut prime rib and French onion soup. As we waited for our soup to be delivered, we snacked on our relish tray and breadbasket. This is no regular breadbasket:

it includes sticky buns to die for, molded corn bread, melba toast, cranberry nut bread, and crispy rolls. We threw caution to the wind and sampled every single one. Oh baby, they were fabulous. Even the butter was pretty -- molded with a crown on the top.
I loved the autumn squash soup.

It was so rich and creamy. The color was a golden yellow, and it was lightly spiced. Al’s onion soup was almost thick enough to hold up my spoon as I grabbed a taste -- yum.
My heart-of-lettuce salad was just that -- one large piece of lettuce with crumbled bleu cheese and tomato. After the richness of the soup, it was a nice, crispy addition. Al’s prime rib was melt-in-your-mouth tender. He is a real critic of beef, and he gave it definite thumbs-up.
We had just coffee for dessert, and it was served in a little pewter pot that gives you three small cups. Turning down dessert was a real show of willpower. They had deep-dish apple pie, pumpkin mousse, Bourbon St. fudge cake, apricot cranberry bread pudding, pumpkin ice cream, and baked apple. If nothing tempts you on the menu, you can stop by Ye Olde Bakery as you leave the inn.
As you look around the dining room, you are totally charmed by the wood beams, paneled walls, and wide beamed floors that seemed to roll. All this atmosphere doesn’t come cheap. You can expect to pay $30-40 for lunch, especially if you have dessert. As far as I am concerned, the bread basket alone is worth the price.