The owner of the Ashland Bed and Breakfast we stay at told Geoff today that she thought we were nice and never complained.
Really! The nerve!! I cannot every recall being tagged as nice and polite!
I have legions of friends and acquaintances who know better. I whine, I complain. I think of myself as competently bitchy if not downright bitter.
I think I know the problem. The B&B, Country Willows, is more like a resort than a room. There’s a full-size pool shared by the visitors to the only 9 guest rooms. The grounds are an idyllic farm, and they’re maintained within an inch of their life. Debbie is a gourmet cook whose three-course breakfasts seem always to include fresh ingredients from the garden. She also serves a choice of sweet (Dutch babies with warm apples this morning) or savory (fresh chard quiche today) main courses.
I could go on. But, you see the issue. Moreover, the innkeepers themselves tell of problems like they are confessing mortal sins: today the room was not made up while we were at breakfast because the housekeeper had car problems — it was cleaned during our morning swim instead. Yet, we were notified of the delay in hushed tones as if the appropriate response would be a beating.
So, yeah, I guess we don’t complain too much. But, just here. Not in real life.
And, we recommend the B&B for a night or a two-week stay. Here’s our plug: Country Willows, 1313 Clay St, Ashland, OR . (541) 488-1590. www.willowsinn.com. Here’s what it looked like yesterday after breakfast.
