There’s an instant shorthand when you mention Bermuda: shorts, golf and the Pink Palace.
That’s fair enough in some ways as the island nation is a prime place to tee off, with seven top-flight courses in just 21 square miles, and the Hamilton Princess remains a plush crash pad. It recently spent $15 million to overhaul its Bermudiana wing, creating larger, family-focused suites.
As for those namesake shorts, they’ve been to blame for men baring their knees for more than a century. Admit it, though — you’re also thinking what Brooklyn-based bar owner St. John Frizell thought before he opened an outpost of his cocktail joint, Sunken Harbor Club, at the luxury resort Cambridge Beaches three years ago: “I’d heard about newlyweds and nearly deads,” he laughs. “But I’m either at the bar, or in the water, on the water or under the water.”
He’s right. There’s much more to this cluster of islands in the center of the Atlantic than the clichés. “You can sneeze from New York, and you’re there,” says agent Jamie Mussolini of Beachfronts Travel, a Bermuda guru. It takes barely 2½ hours from NYC to reach the territory, which technically remains British soil (think of it as very new New England).
Now, that flight’s even comfier: swanky, 2-year-old start-up airline BermudAir shuttles to and from nine East Coast airports, including upstate New York’s HPN, with leather seats and punchy rum-spiked cocktails.
When you land, make sure to rent a vehicle to get around, as distances can be surprising on this long, thin archipelago. Try the battery-powered, open-air Twizy jeep for two (download the Current app before you land to streamline the process).



