The Small Town in Vermont That Feels Like It’s Straight Out Of ‘Wednesday’

Growing up in the 80s and 90s, afternoons meant racing home, dropping my backpack, and flipping on the TV for reruns. (I did my homework on the bus.) With no cable, my choices were slim: The Brady Bunch or The Addams Family. I didn’t need much time to decide. The Brady kids were busy with dating crises and hairbrush meltdowns; meanwhile, the Addamses were raising pet lions and hosting séances. Guess which family won me over.

Wednesday Addams, with her headless doll “Marie Antoinette” clutched under one arm, felt far more relatable to a weird little girl like me. By the time Christina Ricci stormed across the screen in the '90s movies, delivering one-liners sharp enough to slice birthday cake, I was hooked for life. Fast forward to Jenna Ortega’s Netflix turn as Wednesday, all cello solos and death stares that could make a taxidermy raven nervous, and I was smitten all over again.

So imagine my delight when I discovered a Vermont town that feels like Wednesday herself drew it in black ink (because she kind of did). Jericho, Vermont, isn’t the official filming location, but it's where the show takes place. The streets, shops, and trails carry just the right mix of history, gothic flair, and eccentric charm for this dark show. You half expect Wednesday to be lurking behind a maple tree, notebook in hand, jotting down another scathing critique of humanity.

Start with the Old Red Mill in Jericho Corners. Built in the 1800s, the mill looks like it’s auditioning for a supporting role at Nevermore Academy. Weathered brick walls, creaking timbers, and its perch along the Browns River all give it that slightly brooding presence that Wednesday would admire. Inside, the Jericho Historical Society tends to its exhibits with the kind of devotion Wednesday might call “morbidly fascinating.” The Galusha House nearby (a Federal-style brick home dating to 1790) rounds out the set, as though Morticia might glide down the staircase with a candleabra at any moment.

Yet Jericho isn’t all dark corners and historic gravitas. It also has a wicked sweet side, quite literally. Snowflake Chocolates is the sort of place that disarms even the most sardonic soul. The truffle cases shine like treasure chests, filled with maple creams, buttercrunch, and fudge so rich it could make even Wednesday’s scowl soften. Picture her pretending not to care, then slipping a caramel into her black frock pocket when no one’s looking.

If you prefer landscapes to sweets, Jericho delivers. Libby’s Look offers a panoramic view that stretches across the Green Mountains. It’s the kind of dramatic overlook where you could imagine Wednesday staging a monologue about the futility of humankind while a crow circles overhead. A short hike along the Hilltop Loop rewards you with a rushing waterfall, roaring and theatrical—nature’s version of a pipe organ. It feels almost too on the nose, like a set designer built it for her.

Eventually, even Wednesday would have to stop for sustenance. That’s where Jericho Ale and Bean comes in: a coffeehouse-meets-pub with just the right balance of energy and ease. The place hums with the scent of fresh espresso and trays of house-baked pastries cooling on the counter, while locals linger over sandwiches or a pint of local craft beer. It’s cozy without tipping into twee. You can almost see Thing scooting across the bar to snag a biscuit, which (if it happened) would only make the place more charming.

And if you’re in town on market day, the Jericho Farmers Market is worth a stop. It’s the oldest continuously running market in the region, full of produce, breads, crafts, and people who somehow make flannel look fashionable. Wednesday might roll her eyes at the cheerful music, but she’d definitely leave with a jar of raw honey labeled “poison” in her own handwriting.

Beyond food and views, Jericho’s appeal lies in its balance. It’s a town of just over 5,000 residents, but it feels bigger thanks to its layers of history and geography. The Browns River cuts through town like a silver thread, while village greens anchor clusters of homes, shops, and churches. Stately brick buildings lean against newer storefronts, creating a streetscape that feels layered rather than staged. It’s not picture-perfect in a snow globe sense; there’s just enough eccentricity to keep it interesting. Think of it as Vermont wearing Wednesday’s smirk: half invitation, half dare.

If you also grew up feeling cozier among cobwebs than in broad daylight, Jericho might be your kind of haven. Wander its historic corners, climb to overlooks that feel plucked from a gothic sketchbook, sample chocolates rich enough to undo your best scowl, and fuel up on coffee that keeps the whole scene humming. Vermont has no shortage of postcard-perfect villages, but this one? This one feels like it stepped straight out of Wednesday’s world.

Pack your boots and your best deadpan. Jericho is waiting to make your creepy, kooky Wednesday dreams come true.

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