What are some of your favorite moments with Bed and Breakfast places, best and worst?

topping my own post.

When we tried to book into a hotel in Bacharach the small hotel that we wanted was closed due to the owner having a broken leg. He reccomended that we try the pension Lettie. A small B&B owned by a nice lady named Lettie. She was trying to renovate and on arrival we wondered if it was a bad idea. We couldn't have been more wrong. The hospitality that she showed us was unbelievable. She helped us set up a wine tasting with a local grower. She even picked up a weekend train pass for us, just because she was going to the train station anyway. We were treated better than if we were dealing with a 5 star hotel's concierge. So Biscuit any reason for asking the B&B question? Do you have a favorite moment?

Just wondering. I just picked a B&amp;B out of 100's and the thought popped into my head.<BR><BR>I've only stayed in one that I recall. I was 16 years old on my own in Edinburgh and it felt like home. Was a pleasant experience.

We've stayed at dozens of B&amp;Bs and all but 1 were good experiences. We just did not feel welcome. Felt that the people just wanted to earn some extra money but did at all enjoy having people in. <BR>Otherwise we have met many wonderful families and other guests in the B&amp;Bs and have been back to 2 of them twice.

Best experience was at a little B&amp;B in Ireland. Wish I could remember the town. Anyway, when I called to book, I asked for a number for a taxi service, as we'd have to get from where our hike ended that day to the B&amp;B, as the only accommodation near the trail head was closed for renovation. She insisted on picking us up. It was about a 25-mile roundtrip. Next, she offered to let us use her washer and dryer (probably when she saw the state of our hiking clothes). Finally, she drove us back to the trail head the next morning to continue our hike. Oh, and she had possibly the best shower in the world.<BR><BR>She never asked for more money for the driving and use of the laundry facilities, but she did graciously accept the additional payment when we left.

The worst was a B&amp;B in England. The owner had cats, and our room had plenty of cat hair/dander. Although my husband loves cats, he's very allergic and spent the night sneezing. <BR><BR>The best was a B&amp;B in Scotland. To our surpise, the owner gave us a stunning apartment to use for the night, as all of her rooms were full. We have never seen anything like it before or since. It had the most amazing decorating scheme, like staying in an indoor garden. Really beautiful.

Biscuit: Haven't thought about this for a long time, but your question very quickly reminded me of the B&amp;B from hell. We had taken our three girls to England and were having a great time as we approached the Cotswalds in our third week of travel. We got a B&amp;B out of Rick Steve's travel guide for Great Britain in Stow-on-the-Wold and had made arrangements for a multi-night stay from the States. It was described as a homey place with lots of character. This was very early in our European travel days when we were following Rick's advise almost without exception. We have since learned not to take his suggestions for lodging and restaurants (at least, most of the time)although we still like his itineries and commentary on what to see and what to ignore (we do temper this with other opinions). Anyway, the place turned out to be a dump. We arrived a littls late and there was no one to greet us, but when we entered the B&amp;B, there was a note on the lobby table with keys to our bedrooms. It was pretty dark. We could see that the place was old and decorated in thrift store clutter, but as we prepared for bed we figured that was part of the &quot;character&quot; of the place. The beds were soft and lumpy and our teenage girls complained, but we assured them it would be all right and we would see them in the morning. <BR>After a night of unrest, we used the bathroom and had a devil of a time with the shower. By this time we had been in England two weeks staying, mostly, in B&amp;Bs and were pretty familiar with the string pulls, switches and knobs that passed for shower controls in England. But, this one was a puzzel and there was no one to ask. Consequently, cold showers.<BR>We went down for breakfast and as we entered the combined kitchen/dinning area we were greeted by what could only be described as an experience in culture. The woman at the stove was a large person in purple tights, a gayly colored smock, had a shock of bright orange hair and a cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. She greeted us without smiling and directed us to a table. We were the only guests in the place and we sat down with a good deal of trepidation. What had we got ourselves into? She did ask how we liked our eggs and we watched as she juggled food items and the dangling cigarette and I have to admit, she was very skilled at this excersize in ambidexterity. Not an ash fell into our food, at least as far as I could see. Anyway, we ate sparingly and after breakfast advised her that we had a change in plans and would be leaving right after breakfast. She didn't seem to care, we paid her for the night and moved quickly to a hotel we had seen the night before when we were looking for a place to eat. They had rooms available and to the relief of our daughters (my own relief as well, I must admit) we stayed here the next two nights. <BR>We laugh at the experience now, but at the time, it was very disconcerting. I have to add, in four weeks in England and Wales at the time, it was the only bad B&amp;B experience we had.

The worst for us was the Agli Alboretti in Venice. The bed was the most uncomfortable and the place gave me nightmares with bars over the windows. I took the mattress off the bed and put it on the floor. Our favorite is the Umbra Hotel in Assisi. It is first class and the people are wonderful. The Umbra is an old converted Villa. You look out over the valley below.

Two come immediately to mind; in Cirencester, La Ronde and in a small town near Invergarry, (I think it was called) The Grange.<BR><BR>At La Ronde, the owner commented that my wife and I seemed happy and close could it possibly be our honeymoon? It was, and he treated us to free dinner and a nice bottle of wine. The next morning he tapped lightly at the door and slipped a menu underneath with a note stating that he would be glad to bring us breakfast in bed.<BR><BR>In Invergarry, we arrived after the time that the b&amp;b wanted to be informed whether we'd be taking dinner there. I asked if it was really too late anyway because it was cold and raining and Invergarry didn't appear to have a lot of dinner options. We were told &quot;Of course, it's nice to know who will be here in advance and we never want to be short of food, but tonight I believe we are well stocked.&quot;<BR><BR>At dinner, my wife ordered trout and I noticed a look of concern on the owner / waiters face. &quot;I think we're short on trout. Tell you what, have the bottle [of wine] on me and give me a few minutes and I'll try my luck in the river.&quot; It was still light outside, and raining, and we saw the owner leave the house by a side entrance wearing a rain slicker and carrying a fishing pole and tackle box. About 10 minutes later he returned with 3 large fish.<BR><BR>From talking with him after dinner, I think he loved to fish and used any excuse to leave the house. Nevertheless, it was a very memorable meal.

What a great story, Snoopy. My favorite British B&amp;B is Fern Cottage in Monkton Farleigh near Bradford-on-Avon. Delightful hamlet, comfortable rooms, good neighborhood pub, superb location for a week of day-trips. J.

a bed in breakfast in London I stayed in with a friend did not have a private bath but had a sink for washing up. The problem was the sink was about 3 feet from my friend's bed. And as he tried to sleep late in the morning..I would be up shaving at the sink. After living in the desert of California for awhile, Ive learned to not waste water....and I turned the squeaky spigot on and off to clean the razor. This drove my friend completely mad and threatened to destroy our trip. It also didnt help that I sing as I shave. Since we had seen the musical &quot;Oliver&quot; the nite before...thats what I sang...Oliver! Oliver!