It was only a matter of time when my husband and I would feel completely unwelcome in a welcoming environment such as a Bed & Breakfast. We may be young and in our twenties, but our preference in staying in B&B's as opposed to a hotel is evident in staying at twelve amazing unique houses across the country.
For our eleven-year anniversary, we decided to go back to Duluth, MN--the city we celebrated our honeymoon in. We booked a room in the heart of Duluth and everything was set in stone--until receiving an e-mail the night before driving north from Omaha that the room we booked was already booked by others in the same time we received confirmation. So we scrambled looking on the internet until midnight the night before taking off and found a B&B called the Phipps Inn in Hudson, WI. Everything looked good--accolades, a nice website (it's a deal-breaker with us), and most of all--availability.
Our anniversary trip was going great and we still made it up to Duluth to check out our favorite spot for lunch (Northern Waters Smokehaus) and decided we needed to head down to Hudson, WI as quick as possible. Taking the long way through winding highways and hills, we ended up at the Inn two hours later than we said we would be--not something we planned. We certainly weren't dressed for the occasion of making a grand entrance and I believe this is where things started going wrong.
When we arrived at the front door, we were greeted by the woman innkeeper. She seemed reluctant to let us in the house fully. Perhaps it could be because we are not the demographic of a B&B booker--or could it be because we had three visible leg tattoos between us? We gave her our first names and that was apparently not enough information for her when she asked me what our last name was. We were given the tour and eventually taken to our room--all the while being very closely watched.
When we got to our room upstairs, I noticed something very peculiar. There was no door to the toilet!! This is clearly not a romantic amenity and if we would have known this was the case (i.e. put that little piece of information on the website), we would have chosen a dreaded hotel. Also, the glass shower served as a voyeuristic glass tube and didn't really cater to those who are having womanly issues. So as my husband had to do his "business", I had to wander to the top floor to give him his privacy and while I was doing that, I decided to read a book. The innkeeper decides to come all the way upstairs, touched around the stack of books in which I took one to read for a bit and out of nowhere, she says, "My housekeeper knows how many towels we have in this house." What kind of unwarranted comment was this? If we look like towel-takers, then I'd hate to see those who actually do!
My husband then gets the luggage and the other couple is just getting talked to inside the house by the front door. He leaves the door open for a total of two minutes and gets yelled at to "Don't ever leave the door unlocked!" He comes upstairs visibly upset and pretty much shuts down from that uncomfortable exchanging of coarse words. We get a knock at our bedroom door and the innkeeper starts peering into our room when I answer the door and then proceeds to tell us that if we hear a tornado siren to not be alarmed and to go downstairs. There wasn't a menacing cloud in the sky. Five awkward minutes later, she goes off on her own. Then I notice her writing something on the bottom of the mugs for the Phipps Inn that are meant for house guests to use during the stay. We pick it up later on, and she wrote, "Property of Phipps Inn."
After spending $150 on a room that should have most definitely been $110 at most, feeling like a prisoner in our own room (we felt like we couldn't even make noise by even turning on the shower after 8 p.m.), we will always remember this experience for the wrong reasons.
Save your money on another inn around the area--unless you fit the exact description of a B&B'er.
Thank you for your time.