Los Gatos Village Inn, Los Gatos

A group of my friends from all over the state were meeting there to celebrate our friend's Master's degree. We hadn't unpacked our cars before the owner was hassling us about the # of cars we had. When I went in the office to assure him we had 4 cars and 4 rooms, he accusedly asked me to prove which rooms and which cars. When I did, he changed his irrate tune to "You guys keep it down!" We hadn't been there long enough to whip up any kind of respectable ruckus. He had it in his head, because he had seen us drinking beers on our balcony and waving to our newly arrived friends in the parking lot, that this was somehow going to turn into "Mtv's Spring Break '05- Crackerville!" I told him he was profiling and it got ugly after that. He yelled "You don't have to stay here!" as I walked out. Nice welcome. The next morning, after he realized that we were families in our mid-thirties that knew how to drink, he appologized to others in our group. Too late. The astro-turf floors and the Golden Girls decor was quite a bargain at $130, but we won't ever be going back.