Beware
At least once a year, we take a non-interstate driving vacation and choose a Bed & Breakfast at each city we visit. This year, our second stop was Vicksburg. On the internet, the Annabelle looked great and the AAA book gave it 3 diamonds. What a disappointment!
While the Annabelle may have been a beautiful, grand residence at some point, it is very evident that the present owners have not maintained the property. The yard has become a weedy mess and the buildings are all badly in need of cleaning and painting. We were met at the door by a man who never introduced himself. He accepted our payment for 2 nights and then led us out the front door, saying that we would not be staying in the main house. We were led to what was apparently the “slave/servant quarters”. We walked past the swimming pool, which was full of algae and vegitation, surrounded by dirty furniture. When I asked about it, he said not to worry, it would be clean the next day (NOT!) Our room was smaller and trashier than a cheap motel. The floor was so sloped that the door to the bathroom had to be propped open with a trash can. The room was decorated with plastic flea market rejects. The towels in the bathroom were worn and frayed and the sheets on the bed were so thin you could see through them. At that point, we should have demanded our money back and left, but we were anxious to get on with our sightseeing and decided to make the best of it. During the night, we realized that trains passed the house several times during the night, blowing an sleep-shattering whistle as they went by.
Breakfast was served at 9:00 (no earlier) and the main house was kept locked until then. No tea, evening beverages or early morning coffee was offered. The first morning, we finally met the owner, Caroline, for the first and last time during our stay and found out that the nameless man was her son, Michael. Breakfast was adequate and we were given a quick 5-minute tour of the house. Not much history given -- only their family heirlooms were pointed out. The second morning of our stay, the door was not unlocked until after 9 and then we were served a cold, soggy waffle for breakfast by the owner’s husband, Paul, who certainly did not seem to enjoy what he was doing, as he didn’t speak to us or the other guests and we just left when we finished eating.
Unless there are major improvements to the Annabelle, I would recommend others to beware!