If you demand that we serve breakfast to satisfy the second part of the name ‘airbnb’ you must also demand we satisfy the first part of the name - AIR - and we all will sell our mattresses and beds and replace them with air mattresses and put them on our living room floor.
20 years ago B&B meant bed and breakfast, and I would expect a full ‘country inn’ breakfast. However, in the last 10 years when I’ve stayed at a b&b it’s been precooked stuff, for the most part - cereals and packaged pastry - yuck. (Never forgetting the ‘scones’ my ‘hostess’ in London would pull out of the freezer and stick in a toaster oven - mmmmm - burned out the outside, frozen on the inside…Hey where’s my fry!!!) The concept of the B&B has changed to suit the times, and especially, to suit local health codes.
‘Airbnb’ has also evolved, ABSOLUTELY, to mean - whatever - you may not even always get a bed! Sometimes it’s a hammock, sometimes an airbed, sometimes a lux mattress in a lux condo - that’s it’s main selling point - stay in UNUSUAL and UNEXPECTED places - such as the duck farm in Detroit that we stayed at recently.
So while airbnb incorporates this idea of ‘bed and breakfast’ in it’s name, it was evolved to mean something completely different. This is why there is a box to check for breakfast in the amenity list.
If it wasn’t optional, there wouldn’t be that box.
If we pound our fist and insist that the name should mean today what the name meant 20 years ago, we have to change many things - such as the soft drink ‘Coke’ was once named so because it contained the drug cocaine.
End of discussion as to what ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ be done as an airbnb.
That being said - I had an interesting experience today that I think adds to this discussion. I DO provide breakfast as many of my friends here know - pastry, cheese, fruit, etc. I set a lovely table with a table cloth and nice plates, etc. I really make an effort because it brings me joy.
However, my day yesterday included a busted toilet in the guest area, dealing with my contractor, picking up three guests that speak little English, tracking fraudulent activity on my hacked checking account, a broken toe, and taking my asthmatic daughter to the ER and finding out that, in addition to a bitch of an episode with her asthma she has pneumonia. After working until 3:30 this morning I set my alarm for 6:30 so I could get up, cart all the clutter out of the breakfast area and prepare breakfast for 8 a.m.
I woke up at 8:30 a.m.!! But guess what? My guests were cooking their breakfast in their little kitchenette. They didn’t even realize that I cook breakfast for them.
So what we provide, and what the guest expects, with airbnb…it’s anyone’s guess!!!
Happy Hosting, everyone - it’s going to be a GREAT day!!