A Classic Continental Breakfast |
(I read on TripAdvisor an enthusiastic review by a guest who stayed for a month at that place. My mind boggles. I was insane with boredom in less than three days.)
Turning back many years, we stayed one night in a newly remodeled B&B in Galveston, TX. It was a very spacious room. I remember that the large bathroom had slippery slate floors. Style over practicality. In the morning, we were offered stale Danish pastry, unripe fruit and coffee and even staler conversation by a surrogate host. That to me showed total indifference to guests' needs.
I define a minimal Continental breakfast as comprised of superior baked goods, real butter, a quality jam or marmalade and strong coffee.
Then there was an ex-miner's hotel in Telluride, CO, which despite its wretched sagging beds, put out a generous selection of quick breads, coffee and tea. They benefited from a highly productive Telluride bakery.
Spain is among the world's leaders in meager Continental breakfasts. We stayed several nights at a casa rural in Las Merindades in Burgos Province, where the included breakfast was toast, margarine, jam and, I will admit, decent strong coffee. An active traveler would wither away on such a breakfast were it not for intermediate stops at local bars where you could get a sort of breakfast sandwich of egg, ham and cheese, or, if you were lucky, a chapata roll with chorizo Español or perhaps sardines. We would halt our journey at small town bars where we would often get freshly made tortilla Español. While not fancy, it gave sustenance.
Breakfast at a Madrid bar. |
Superior Continental breakfasts were offered at the Hostal Alfonso, in Santiago de Compostela, Galicia. There were nice croissants, at least. The hosts are very nice people.
Bakery cafes in Spain may be the secret to getting by with slender breakfast rations. This is one showcase in a bakery in Santiago de Compostela.
Credit where it's due: about three years ago, we stayed at an Air BnB listing, the Great House in San Miguel Chapultepec, México, D.F. The breakfasts were what can be called enhanced Continental. Toast, juice, cereal, yogurt, granola, coffee, tea, juice. That shows care on the part of the hosts. I would have liked some protein foods and variety, but then it would not be Continental, would it? Unfortunately, the upscale neighborhood seemed to have a dearth of adequate street food options.
I have mentioned the Turotel hotel in Morelia in previous posts. For a modest additional fee, guests may have a very nice, full breakfast, from a generous buffet, or request special dishes from the accommodating kitchen staff. While it's not gourmet fare, it's good and will give you the energy for your day's tasks. THe Turotel is one of my favorite hotels in Mexico.
Soon we will stay at the Fiesta Inn, Aeropuerto Ciudad de México, which includes a full breakfast in its rate. Whether we will have time to take advantage of it remains to be seen, as we have a mid morning flight departure. I hope to report back.
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I think you're expecting far too much from the included Continental breakfast. Whenever breakfast, Continental or American, has been included in room rate, quality is always the exception. I count myself lucky if the food and beverage approach airplane cuisine.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st21dIMaGMs
Thanks Jennifer! I saw that video last night and decided not to include it because it's so weird.
Saludos,
Don Cuevas
I am with Jennifer. "Breakfast included" at any establishment usually translates to "stop at McDonald's before starting your journey." As for Spain, I could thrive on tortilla Español. And often have.
Steve, this departure fortunately comes with two breakfast opportunities; one at the hotel restaurant, and later aboard the aircraft, where I have booked two Business Class seats. Mimosa or Bloody Mary? Easy. Definitely the latter.
Saludos,
Don Cuevas
While I generally agree with your disaffection for B&Bs, our latest experience was delightful -- in Montgomery, Ala., of all places. The Lattice Inn is a converted turn of the century mansion near the city center. It has four guest rooms, and the host lives upstairs. He got up at 3 a.m. to start work on breakfast for the two couples who were there, us and a young Australian couple returning home from two years in England via the U.S. The coffee was strong and plentiful, the cream was real, and so was the butter for the excellent biscuits (which he admitted with a laugh were Pillsbury). These were served with delicious jams. The main course was an asparagus quiche with little link sausages and home fries. Large glasses of fresh orange juice and more coffee along with lively conversation kept us lingering at the table long after we had planned to be on the road home.
The worst continental breakfasts we've ever had were ubiquitous in Ecuador -- a block of bland cheese stuck into a dry roll, a cup of instant coffee or thin hot chocolate, and sometimes an seasoned, overcooked scrambled egg. We soon learned to look for the corner encebollada stand.
To each his own preference. The thought of asparagus quiche makes me ill.
Pillsbury's biscuits? Hmph!
Saludos,
Don Cuevas
You know me and biscuits. Even after your intensive training, I can't do it.
And why do I have to log in every time? So irritating.
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