Stay Away
On my way to the hotel, I had purchased a bottle of wine and two glasses to toast my father's arrival and his retirement. We proceeded to find a couple of chaise lounge chairs on the pool deck overlooking the beach.
As will become important later in the story, the entire pool-deck area is ajoined to the hotel restaurant bar & grill.
At any rate, we poured our wine, raised the glasses and prepared to celebrate his completing nearly 40 years of service as a physician to the mentally ill. At that point, we were immediately approached by (a polite) member of the wait staff, who told us that they had a policy against allowing guests to bring their own alcoholic beverages to pool area, due to insurance concerns.
As a native, I knew this was complete bunk. I cannot count the number of dinners, parties, galas, private and public functions I have attended in South Florida that involved hotels, glassware, and pools.
I likewise pointed out that there in fact appeared to be half a dozen OTHER guests sitting around the pool... all with glass wear and alcohol.
She confided to us that the real reason was that the restaurant space was leased from the hotel, and did not want competition for the bar.
I said, "So, we are paying for a room here for three nights...and we cannot drink wine by the pool. But those other people, many of whom aren't even guests of the hotel... it's fine for them to do so, since they purchased it from the bar?"
The waitress as I said, was quite kind. She clearly understoof our point. Then said something surprising. She said, "Look the owners of this restaurant are complete assholes, and I suspect tonight will be my last night here, for exactly this kind of reason. We have very little repeat business."
I said, "Well, perhaps you can tell them to just throw us out, then?" I was halfway joking with her.
At any rate, the waitress said, "I would LOVE to tell the manager to come over here and talk to you himself about this. It's a completely asinine policy and I feel horrible everytime he makes me interrupt people. I’ll ask him to come over, Is that okay with you?"
The manager came over to inform us about the unique insurance policy issue, which evidently allowed bar guests to have glass by the pool, but not hotel guests. I told him this was a very unusual policy. He then admitted it was because the bar did not want competition. My father, who is 70 and normally rather laid back, said to the fellow, "I paid for my room here, I'm giving this hotel my business, and i do not think I should receive less use of the facilities than your bar customers."
The manager, continued his spiel, shoeing no signs of sympathy, common sense, or customer service.
The real issue of course, is how he handled the whole situation. In my opinion, he had several options here.
1) He could have let the issue slide. We were not rowdy teenagers, and we were having a quiet glass of wine.
2) He could have come up to us and, in a friendly and respectful voice, said, "Hey, we've got this silly rule here that I have to enforce. I hate to interrupt you, and you're already here and you didn't know about, so it's okay. But for the rest of your trip, we'd kindly ask you to not bring your drinks to the pool. Is that okay? And can I get you a complimentary slice of key lime pie for the inconvenience?"
3) Or, he could have abruptly walked up and said in a rigid voice, "I understand there's a problem here", and then proceed to argue with us, guests, in front of other guests, all in the general tone of voice of a highschool principal lecturing truant students. And instead of diffusing a tense situation, he actually added fuel to the fire.
But in an attempt to no further color my father's vacation and day, I decided to bite my tongue and let it go.
So, read this story and make your own assessment about whether or not the Palm Beach Ocean Front Inn is the kind of place you'd like to patronize.