It has been four days since we visited Red Fox Inn and I'm still reeling.
Backstory: At the suggestion of my brother in law, my husband, two little girls and I drove over to the restaurant after a day of skiing at Stratton. The rest of our family and friends were planning to follow, but as we'd all skied separately, we weren't sure of the exact number planning to meet us at the Red Fox Inn at the end of the day.
So we arrived at 4:00. The doors are locked but people are waiting outside in the snowy parking lot and two or three dogs ran spastic circles around us. When the doors opened up, we entered a lovely looking old inn and instantly felt at home in the rustic downstairs area - there was a fire crackling away in a cast-iron stove, the room is filled with long tables, a stage, and random games like pinball.
While we waited for the rest of our group, my husband and I ordered a couple of beers and our daughters played pinball. Things were going well.
Then this guy comes over - I believe his name is V Chan - and he asks how many people will be joining us. Mind you, the only people in the enormous room at the time (4:10 pm) were us and a few people sitting at the bar... My husband says, likely four adults and eight kids. V says, "Likely?!"
I explained that we weren't sure because some are still at Stratton, but "at least four adults." V looks at me and angrily sneers, "AT LEAST?!" This is our first sign that he might be slightly unbalanced.
My husband says, "We're just going to grab a quick bite and get out of your hair."
"Yeah, well you haven't run a bar in Stratton for twenty years," spat V as we stalked away.
I quietly whisper to my husband, "Maybe we should go somewhere else." (By the way, my husband ran a bar in Sun Valley, ID)
"Calm down," V spits from several tables away.
What. The. F*&^?????, People?
A few moments later V comes over and offers an apology. Okay. So maybe he was having a moment. He says, "I get it, you work hard all week and want to get out...my wife and I are the same way."
The rest of our group arrives. Our 10 year old son is with them and thought it a brilliant idea to wear his ski boots and helmet into the restaurant. He's 10. He was with his uncle... we get that the boots were not a great idea. At the same moment we saw our son, so did V Chan. He begins yelling as he bolts across the room toward our little boy, "SKI BOOTS AND HELMET IN HERE? GET HIM OUT!!!"
He came at our little kid like he was some drunken 25 year old. "DOES HE BELONG TO YOU? GET HIM OUT!" he demands with a grand sweep of his creepy (possibly prison-tattooed) arm.
I want to tell V a lot of very nasty, nasty insults, but everyone tells me to let it go while they scramble to find our son a pair of NOT ski boots. As this is happening, V Chan says from several tables away, "You seriously don't have any other shoes for him?" While staring at me angrily. Is this because I'm a woman? Is he psychotic? Do his employers now how verbally and physically aggressive this guys is?
Again, I'm told to let it go. V Chan again offers a sort of apology after several minutes and my husband tells him he was a bit overly aggressive to a little kid. V Chan, informs us again about his 20 years of running a bar in Stratton, VT. I can't help myself and inform him of my career history in the legal department of a major hospitality company. He was not amused.
We order chicken wings and artichoke dip and French fries. V Chan hucks some tiny paper plates in front of each of us, Frisbee style. Because that's how hospitality professionals roll at the Red Fox Inn.
A few moments later, I see him speaking with the owner while angrily staring at our table and pointing.
I wonder... was this guy institutionalized for a large portion of his life? Is he still? Do they allow him out on weekend work passes in hopes of integrating him with society? read more