Hostels, with their dorm-like setup, tend to appeal to a younger clientele, but Homestyle’s housing runs the gamut: Besides two six-bunk dormitories, it offers three private rooms and one six-person suite finished with a leather couch, a flat-screen television and board games tucked under the coffee table. The gist: Backpackers are welcome here, but so are guests seeking creature comforts.

“One thing about a hostel,” says Greene, 27, “is keeping it accessible to anybody.”

When Homestyle opened in December 2014, Greene and Hyjek had plans for an extensive bar but none for an in-house restaurant. The pair met nine years ago in Ludlow, connected by mutual friends after their freshman year of college. Greene was a Chester local; Hyjek, 29, was born and raised minutes from the hostel he now co-owns and operates.

Shortly after they started dating, the two traveled through South America, trading labor at local hostels for room and board. “We’d do reception, kitchen work, bar work, cleaning, anything,” says Greene. She and Hyjek returned to Ludlow inspired to bring the communal ethos of hostel living to Vermont.

When they found the spot at 119 Main Street, it had been on the market for two years. The skeleton of the place was in good condition, having been renovated after a hard hit from Tropical Storm Irene. Here, Hyjek recalls thinking they could expand on the bare-bones hostel structure to welcome patrons across a wider spectrum of wants and needs.

Homestyle’s clientele does tend to fall on the younger side — not typical of Ludlow itself, where the average age is 44. But alongside the millennials headed to nearby hubs such as Okemo Mountain Resort, one might find older couples craving a luxurious meal or families seeking affordable lodging.

“Here, you can stay the night for $40 or $350,” Greene says. “We get locals sleeping over, too, just to eat. We always want to accommodate our overnight guests, and they get first dibs on restaurant tables for the night.”

That restaurant is an unexpected hit. Months after Homestyle opened — complete with contemporary hostel housing and nascent bar plans — a local chef asked to rent the kitchen for a few pop-up cooking gigs.

“The dinners took off,” Greene recalls. “Food and drink became half of our revenue, and we were shocked at how quickly it happened.” After a year, their pop-up cook left the state to explore non culinary ventures, but, among locals, the high expectations for Homestyle’s food and drink stuck. Greene and Hyjek needed a chef.

Enter Prouty, who spent six years as sous-chef at Ludlow’s acclaimed restaurant the Downtown Grocery.

“We didn’t want to intrude on area restaurants” in their hunt for a chef, says Greene. But when Prouty began collaborating with Homestyle’s owners, she had the full support of the Downtown Grocery crew. In Hyjek’s words, “Everyone was in on it and wanted it to happen.”

“Yeah, everybody knew except me,” Prouty jokes as she mandolin-slices breakfast radishes in the hostel’s kitchen. “But Rogan and Abby [Lechthaler, of the Downtown Grocery] were hugely supportive; they wanted to see me take that next step from sous-chef to running my own kitchen.”

Prouty became Homestyle’s head chef in January 2016, and the menu reflects her creative freedom in the hostel’s kitchen. So does the setup. The open kitchen — with hardwood floors and countertops and a six-burner stovetop — looks more like Mom’s house than the realm of chefs and line cooks. There are no ticket fires shouted across a hot line, because there’s no line, no coursing and no expediting. Food is served family-style and comes out when it’s ready.

“It gets very busy here, but it’s still like you could be walking into someone’s home for dinner,” says Prouty as she whisks cold cubes of butter into a saucepan, one at a time. The sauce evolves into a lemony beurre blanc the texture of satin. Tonight, it’ll be plated over seared cod with fingerlings, sautéed spinach and roasted-tomato jam. “You can hear people having a good time from this open kitchen,” Prouty continues. “That makes it easier when you’re getting your ass kicked [on a busy night].”

• Seasonal polenta cake

On a recent Saturday evening, the bar and restaurant at Homestyle are almost full by six o’clock. Hyjek greets regulars at the bar as he pours a line of cocktails into coupe glasses. One patron is drinking a scarlet blend called the Deadbeet: Espolón tequila, a housemade beet-and-jalapeño shrub, Bittermens Hellfire Habanero Shrub, Cointreau and a hit of lime. Her date sips an intensely orange mix of Barr Hill Gin, Byrrh, spiced burnt-orange syrup, fresh cantaloupe, lemon and salt. The bartop holds three cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, a bottle of Australian viognier, a double IPA draft from Burlington Beer, two cans of Tecate beer, two verdant cocktails, a Boylan Bottling black-cherry soda and lots of elbows.

At a corner table by the kitchen, a family of five is just receiving dinner from a server. The kids have ordered housemade spaghettini and meatballs; the parents, Northeast Family Farms flank steak over smashed garlic potatoes with watercress and braising jus.

Hostel diners have plenty of starter options, too, such as the rocket salad — spicy greens tangled with roasted sweet potatoes, radishes, beets, candied walnuts, sherry vinegar and creamy knobs of blue from Plymouth Artisan Cheese. A dish of Brussels sprouts is decadent yet simple. The bulbs are caramelized mahogany brown on the outside and laced on the creamy inside with honey, balsamic vinegar and a handful of roasted almonds.

Polenta cake comes with a pile of kale, whole roasted shallots and Black Watch Farms braised brisket nestled in its own fragrant juices. The flaky crust on chicken pot pie permeates all the nearby tables with the smell of butter.

For dessert, guests can try a scoop of homemade cookies-and-cream ice cream or a fudge brownie sundae that is, happily, too dark with cocoa to be overly sweet. Then there’s the vanilla crème brûlée, a must-order when available. The sugar is flamed into bittersweet glass over custard bright with orange-yellow yolks and barely sweetened with vanilla bean.

The crowd chattering in the dining room is a mix that exemplifies the hostel’s come-one-come-all attitude. Seated at the tables are older couples, families, romantic-looking dating pairs and a group of friends drinking local beer over small plates. A baby hangs out amiably in his high chair before deciding he’d rather snuggle with his mother in her high-backed seat at the end of the table. There are cloth napkins, a flickering fireplace, wooden tabletops, candles, wraparound benches, a scattering of armchairs and a smell of warm onions seeping in from the open kitchen.

It all adds up to a vision that perfectly matches the definition printed at the bottom of Homestyle Hostel’s menu. “Home Style,” it reads, “such as would be made at home; simple and unpretentious.”