When the Toast Cools and the Seasons Change at The Evergreen

There comes a time each year—right around when the fog rolls in, the mountains disappear behind clouds, and the tourists disappear behind their office desks—when we at Hopes Best Bed & Breakfast,The Evergreen B&B hang up our spatulas and retire the frying pans for the season.

Yes, friends, hot breakfast season has ended.

Now before anyone cries into their Pumpkin Spice Latte, let’s get one thing straight: we love hot breakfast season. We love it the way Canadians love pretending winter isn’t that bad. It’s our morning ritual—8 a.m. sharp, the smell of esspresso, laughter in the common area, and the joy of serving up a plate of happiness to strangers who quickly become friends. It’s where we learn your stories, hear about your road trips, and answer the same questions we’ve heard since 2016 (“Are You From Here?” “Any Hiking Suggestions?” “Who Does the Decorating?”).

But as autumn creeps in and the traffic on the highway slows, things change. The crowds thin, the rooms quiet, and we start seeing a different kind of guest—people on missions. The skiers. The snowshoers. The local workers escaping job sites. The parents hiding from Paw Patrol marathons.

And here’s the thing—these guests don’t all eat at 8 a.m. Some are out the door before sunrise chasing fresh powder. Others roll out of bed at noon, blissfully unaware that “breakfast” is technically a suggestion, not a law.

So, we adapt.

Instead of guessing how many eggs to buy or risking a fridge full of forgotten Fruit, we now leave a modest offering in each room—simple, flexible, and available whenever hunger strikes. Muffins, yogurt, fruit, and locally made granola—breakfast that doesn’t require timing, small talk, or a frying pan.

It’s not about doing less; it’s about doing different. And our rates reflect it.

Because in the off-season, life slows down. And honestly, that’s kind of the point of staying in Hope, isn’t it?

— From Christian and Miyuki, still serving smiles (just not hot ones right now)

Hot breakfasts return when the tulips do