We had dinners in Dublin yesterday, so today’s post is about breakfast at my
Dublin hotel. Something I learned on my trip to Prague, Berlin and Paris is
that if I have a big breakfast, I don’t have to eat anything until dinner. So I
definitely look for hotels that include breakfast.
There was a kerfuffle at mine—my booking said that I got breakfast
included; their reception people said nah. But eventually they came round. And
I’m glad, because it was a splendid affair.
In addition to the usual buffet of fruits, yoghurts, pastries and
charcuterie, they also had cooked offerings. My first morning I chose Eggs
Benedict:
Let me say that those were the best poached eggs I’ve had. And
using a toasted brioche instead of English muffin, and Parma ham instead of
Canadian bacon, is a stellar idea.
The next day I went for the Full Irish—you know, seventeen kinds
of pork products, eggs and (this time) hash browns, which resembled McDonald’s.
Again—lovely, lovely poached eggs.
The French toast I opted for the next day was okay, but I didn’t
take a picture. The next day I went back to poached eggs, this time Eggs
Florentine:
Look at those lovely, lovely yolks:
The last morning I went for porridge, and was a little disappointed
that it didn’t come with brown sugar, although the honey and berries were okay.
Speaking of honey, here's something I've never seen anywhere else: a honeycomb on the buffet, that you can scrape so it drips into the bowl, then put it into a little pot for your personal use. Here it is fairly untouched:
And here it is after a few days:
Y’all know how much I love latte art. Well here are some
cappuccinos from my breakfasts:
And, finally, here’s a fellow guest. Just because.
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