I have never had a problem with breakfast when I stay in London.Hotels I try to steer clear of the Full English. If it's buffet style the bacon will be made of bacon-shaped pieces of carpet, the eggs will be rubber and the sausages full of sawdust. So for those places it's coffee and toast (or "broast" because what comes out of those conveyer belt toasters isn't toast and isn't bread, it's broast).
If it's a hotel with breakfast made to order I'll go for the Russian roulette of poached eggs on toast. 60% of the time the eggs are pretty much raw, 20% of the time they're rubber but the other 20% they're lovely.
Never, ever have the black pudding or haggis at a hotel breakfast. Sometimes they can be so pungently strong the taste will be with you the rest of the day. I had black pudding in Penrith that had me retching 6 hours later.
Nicest breakfast I had last year was in Zaragoza - fresh thin folded omelette with slices of ham. Lovely.
ETA - oh, and never accept the offer of extra soda bread with an Ulster Fry. It's like the cream cracker challenge.
Do you sprinkle yours with salt, sugar, or antibiotics?Bat porridge if I'm in Wuhan.
Even for a Wiganer that is grossspeaking as a butcher who has made countless black pudding, I like it hot and cold and have been known to eat it while making it
ohh you flattererEven for a Wiganer that is gross
The only decent B&B/Hotel breakfast I've ever had was in Wells-Next-The-Sea, it was honestly as good as one I'd have cooked myself, I've had the misfortune to stay in some right dives whilst working as an Exhibition/Shopfitting Contractor (London being by far the worst) but I wasn't paying for them.Hotels I try to steer clear of the Full English. If it's buffet style the bacon will be made of bacon-shaped pieces of carpet, the eggs will be rubber and the sausages full of sawdust. So for those places it's coffee and toast (or "broast" because what comes out of those conveyer belt toasters isn't toast and isn't bread, it's broast).
If it's a hotel with breakfast made to order I'll go for the Russian roulette of poached eggs on toast. 60% of the time the eggs are pretty much raw, 20% of the time they're rubber but the other 20% they're lovely.
Never, ever have the black pudding or haggis at a hotel breakfast. Sometimes they can be so pungently strong the taste will be with you the rest of the day. I had black pudding in Penrith that had me retching 6 hours later.
Nicest breakfast I had last year was in Zaragoza - fresh thin folded omelette with slices of ham. Lovely.
ETA - oh, and never accept the offer of extra soda bread with an Ulster Fry. It's like the cream cracker challenge.
Not D-e-n-n-y?I think you have spelled it incorrectly.
I would spell it as d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s.
Of course, in some areas or the UK a can of Fosters is considered the cornerstone of a nutritious breakfast.