20 December 2007
In the sub-McMuffin zone
All the hotel chains now offer a "continental breakfast". I've seen a few, very few, that are actually worth having. Most feature your choice of raisin bran or fruit loops, a basket of brown fruit, envelopes of oatmeal in the flavors that nobody likes, stacks of bread and thawed waffles next to a toaster, and a selection of stale mini-muffins and even more stale mini-danish. All washed down with coffee-colored hot water and watered-down orange or apple juice.
You certainly wouldn't get that sort of thing on the Continent. On World Tour '07 I usually went for a banana and either a slice of toast or a cruller, on the basis that these are hard to screw up. The only really memorable breakfasts I had involved meeting people far away from the hotel grounds: Andrea Harris in Florida, Bigwig in North Carolina, Tamara K. in Tennessee. (I met some other wonderful folks, but not for breakfast.)
The one exception was at my hotel in Shreveport, perhaps because it's illegal to serve boring food in Louisiana unless you're within three miles of an Interstate.Posted at 6:57 AM to Worth a Fork