Me, none. My hubby? Didn't feel comfortable having to share a table with so many noisy people chatting. Luckily, no one was a windbag or a right-winger (and oh, boy, you find that a lot in travel), or my hubby would've taken his breakfast to our room, ha ha. Oh, well. Bed and breakfast inns are not for the reserved, or introverted, or intolerant.
Warm, personable inn-owner/keepers. Their genuine warmth and desire to make you comfortable overcame all trite imperfections (a bit hard to find, no one at front desk - but came out after I called them on the phone, some dusty shelves). The inn had personality and its furnishing and ambience were very southwest. Built part by part with the hands and creativity of the architect-owner (and his kids). It was quiet and we slept very soundly! Breakfast was lively. Being there was like staying in a quaint provincial family home, and being taken care of by a fussy aunt and quirky uncle who want nothing but the best they can offer in their own very personal way. We'd go back for sure and stay a bit longer.