Breakfast is best

What’s the most memorable breakfast you’ve ever eaten?

I think (one of) mine was probably after an epic stag do in that there London; I woke up worse for wear in a mate’s flat, the rain hammering down outside, nothing to eat in the house. Staggered outside on a quest to find anywhere nearby that could provide some much-needed food to help forget the post-party flashbacks.

There it was, glowing against the grey November morning, a greasy spoon that had only just opened. Not a single customer inside by that point, which meant that the food was super quick and piping hot. A steaming cup of proper tea to wash it all down. Absolute heaven on a greasy plate, it was.

In a similar vein I was staying at my cousins house in Oxford. We’d not seen each other for ages, so when we nipped out to his local for a ‘couple of pints’ it ended as you’d expect. Absolutely leathered!

So I woke up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers, and we had stuff to do so he suggested the hangover cure invented by god himself, and delivered via the golden arches

Its utter filth, but you still can’t beat a double sausage and egg McMuffin

Fermented soy beans at a ryokan in Japan – they’re an acquired taste even for the Japanese apparently, so we had no chance. Literally smells of piss, looks like a bowl of small, snotty poop. Couldn’t bring myself to eat even one.

It would be one from Dave’s diner that was on Lewes Road in Brighton when I was a student. Epic greasy spoon with variations of full english breakfasts all numbered. A No.1 was the go to after a big night out as I remember.

My wife’s 40th, I cooked pancakes for 20 people in a big country house kitchen. I puked before and after so never actually ate any myself. But I said I’d do it and a hangover from hell wasn’t going to stop me. Ever since I’ve not drunk more than 2 glasses of champagne in a sitting without feeling acid reflux. I am a rank amateur at drinking and have failed far more than succeeded.

Breakfast tortillas at 2 places in San Francisco from a work trip stick out too, one came with the best hash-browns ever and the other came with the single best orange juice ever.

I do love a good breakfast.

Woke up on Christmas day on a boat in dry dock in Singapore wia stonking hangover. Kicked off the boat immediately due to refloating and a group of us wandered through the area surrounding the docks. Found a dodgy café full of dock workers, menu only in Chinese. Ordered something from 2/3rd of the way down and pointed at the big bottles of tiger. 2 minutes later i was presented with a big bowl of steaming hot noodles flecked through with chilli and a fried egg on top. The beer didn’t make a dent in the fireyness but it was superb anyway. Spent the rest of the day mooching round Singapore bars before back to the now floating boat for a traditional Christmas Dinner.

Any breakfast buffet in a Scandinavian hotel.

And I appreciate I’m probably in a minority of one, but a big cooked breakfast is The Worst Thing with a hangover.

Hotel Du Vin Steak & Eggs breakfast with freshly ground coffee. Ooof.

Had breakfast on an olive farm, they made olive oil that was mostly consumed locally. This was after a hot air balloon over Gaudix near Granada, it was totally unexpected too, but the atmosphere was just perfect, and the people were very nice.

Best experience of breakfast ever.

American pancakes at Evergreen Lodge, Yosemite after a huge fire and snowfall overnight. You can’t cook your own food in the cabins, but my their restaurant makes up for it!

I’m a seasoned pancake maker at home, so am always in demand when visiting the nephews and nieces. But every weekend sees at least one decent Brunch chez TiRed.

I’m not usually one for breakfast, I’ll force something down if I have to but I don’t generally get an appetite until I’ve been awake for a while. But one jumps to mind, and it was Waffle House in the US.

It was my first time out of the country, visiting friends over the pond. They took me to Waffle House one morning and honestly, the distance between the fixed chairs and the table should’ve been my first clue.

The US can be strange sometimes but I’ve had all these things before, right> McDonalds do hash browns, right. Waffles and ‘American-style’ pancakes come in packets at the supermarket. So I ordered a pancake, a waffle and two hash browns. Seemed like a modest breakfast.

Dear readers, I beg your forgiveness for I had no idea. Mistakes had been made.

The pancake was a stack of pancakes an inch high. The waffle the size of a dinner plate. The hash browns likewise and I’d ordered two of the sodding things. I’d half-filled the table. I looked up at the faces of my host family, all I could see was “dayum!” (well, it was Kentucky).

Well, what’s a fella to do? In for a cent, in for a dollar, or something. I took a deep breath and (yes please, I’d love more of that diesel you call coffee) made a start. Ten stone wet through and I troughed the lot. I think they were impressed. Or astonished.

It was bloody good and Waffle House remains a go-to for me on holiday, but lessons were learned about US portion sizes that day.

Aye,the Yanks can do a good brekkie .
A New York diner that we found near Central Park comes to mind,with the bonus of still being in UK time mode,we were there supper early and got great service.

Probably one in NYC for me to, just some random back street place but was only like $10 (quite a few years ago…) and came on three plates – I could barely move afterwards. Contrasted with the crap small breakfast we had in the Empire State building restaurant the day before (which was twice the price) – def a tourist trap vs locals place thing.

I think (one of) mine was probably after an epic stag do in that there London; I woke up worse for wear in a mate’s flat, the rain hammering down outside, nothing to eat in the house. Staggered outside on a quest to find anywhere nearby that could provide some much-needed food to help forget the post-party flashbacks.

There it was, glowing against the grey November morning, a greasy spoon that had only just opened. Not a single customer inside by that point, which meant that the food was super quick and piping hot. A steaming cup of proper tea to wash it all down. Absolute heaven on a greasy plate, it was.

Similar to my story. Woke up in my mate’s flat down in Watford with a hangover from hell. Bugger all to eat so found a nice greasy spoon for much-needed food. It really was kill or cure, and after eating it really could have gone either way. Thankfully it was more cure than kill and was the start of a slow, painful recovery.

Memorable? Might be the breakfast I had at RMAS when my friend passed out in ’96(?). Old College dining hall at 4am, quite drunk, but food was an excellent idea after the cheap beer.

I slept poorly and was woken by one of his classmates playing Ride of the Valkyries at 0700, following which I had to walk back to the hotel my friend was staying at in a dinner jacket feeling like a very well dressed hobo.

Dodgy as fu** halfway house B&B* in Port Talbot, on a cheap mtb weekend, the rest of the guests where having a fag and pint for breakfast, or having the full breakfast with a pint.. it’s was fantastic full english breakfast (sans pint)

(*bikes came up to the room)

Its utter filth, but you still can’t beat a double sausage and egg McMuffin

with a side order of a bacon roll with the hash brown placed inside. Thank me later.

with a side order of a bacon roll with the hash brown placed inside. Thank me later.

I’m trying that tomorrow!

Breakfast tortillas at 2 places in San Francisco from a work trip stick out too

Ooo, best breakfast we ever had was San Francisco – Hollywood Diner or somesuch, not far from Fisherman’s Wharf and that jazz. Mountains of scrambled eggs, bacon bits, avocado, kiwi, raspberrys, and refillable coffee (that was ok but not great, but it eas refillable! Like in the movies!). Remember that very fondly. 🙂

It was the morning after the night before, I had met this girl and got her number. Me and my mates were sat in a greasy spoon, beers had been flowing so we were all feeling a bit peaky. We were just talking rubbish, trying to piece together the night, whilst dicking around with the salt, pouring it in the mug of tea of whoever wasn’t looking. Then my order arrived, full english of course, with extra eggs and tomato. Polished it all off, then, feeling replete, decided to send the girl a text….

with a side order of a bacon roll with the hash brown placed inside. Thank me later.

That sounds awesome!

My mate is a lorry driver for Maccy D’s. The breakfast wraps (recently discontinued) were christened ‘heart attack wraps’ by the fleet drivers as all they all started eating them when they were out on deliveries and the ludicrous calorie count soon led to a spate of coronaries.

Its coming to something when a double sausage and egg McMuffin is considered the healthy option 😳

I make a mean fry up when prompted but ‘best ever’ breakfast has to a full American cooked jobbie served at the Jefferson Hotel in Washington DC, with my wife (then girlfriend).

We got room service so basically just had to fall out of bed an into suitably enormous great fluffy white bathrobes.

Guy wheeled in a fold-out table laden with goodies, including possibly the best bacon I’ve ever eaten, we ate pretty much eveything then everything then it was all whisked away and we then basically went straight back to bed.

It was just so gloriously decadent, never done anything like it before or since.

For me its more about a time and a place (and a situation) than the food. Breakfast food is easy, a scrambled egg, toast and coffee, a muffin, a warm croissant, some jam etc. It just needs to be warm and not rubbish. The right time and place can make a humble scrambled egg into a life-altering delicacy against the backdrop of an unforeseen odyssey.

My favourite breakfast (to immediate recall) was a cold tin of mackerel (in tomato sauce iirc) on top of a Welsh mountain. I’d slept solo overnight, on the grass beneath a full summer moon on a wind-less night.

Had the mountain to myself as awoke to sunshine on face. Got up to watch the mist clearing from the hilltops and the sea.

Stood to a triangulation station as a table and ate out of the tin. Had packed a fork.

Perfection. It lasted forever. Anticipation of the blue-skies walk back to my camp just added to the taste. And it tasted very, very good.

Polished it all off, then, feeling replete, decided to send the girl a text….

And?????

Yeah… don’t leave us hanging….

Breakfast this morning was a small sourdough pizza, two coffees and a can of monster.

…… Then my mate grabs the phone like oy!oy!oy!oy! And tells me…
Hold it down boy, your head’s getting blurred
I know you can’t stop thinking of her
By all means, you can vibe with this girl
But just don’t mug yourself, that’s all don’t mug yourself

Its coming to something when a double sausage and egg McMuffin is considered the healthy option

actually breakfast wrap is slightly lower in calories compared to double McMuffin + hash brown – I’m assuming no-one has ever ordered just the McMuffin on it’s own!! (unless as an auxiliary top-up). Gutted about no more breakkie wraps 😭

I can also report the Chicken Big Mac is pretty poor – it really is just two giant Mcnuggets smooshed flat – but I guess that depends on whether you like McNuggets or not! (I don’t). If it were two giant Chicken Selects in there, then we’d be talking!!

That was the best full English breakfast I’ve had since Gary Wilmot’s wedding

If it were two giant Chicken Selects in there, then we’d be talking!!

You’re never going to go to Maccy D’s if you’re hankering after chicken though. Not if there’s one of these in the vicinity

Well played Houns.

Was hoping someone would get it

More than one, hung over or sober, all memorable at moose coffee liverpool….

The number one reason I miss Liverpool

https://www.moosecoffee.co/

Back in the days when we went climbing in the peaks most weekends around the early 90,s we would stop at the Gridleford cafe. A full plate of greasy bacon, eggs, black pud, beans and more grease washed down with several slices of fried bread was the absolute business. Would also meet up with other climbers and then set off for a day of mortal panic and desperation at the likes of Curbar or Burbage. Not sure if the cafe is still there but if it is I hope it’s still greasy as and not some gentrified peaks coffee shop.

Day one of our honeymoon in San Diego, the San Tropez cafe.
Pancakes, grits, bacon and gallons of coffee. Amazing stuff

‘best ever’ breakfast has to a full American cooked jobbie

Each to their own I suppose, I generally just flush them.

grits

Actually, change of plan, I think I’d prefer the jobbie.

There’s two ‘most memorable’
Best was at the Dunblane Hydro on a mates Round Table weekend in the late 80’s, everything you could imagine on a buffet breakfast, from every kind of bread, cereals, meats, juice, black pudding, white pudding (the list goes on)to fish fingers for the kids.
Worst was at the Tibby Shields Inn on a weekend away with a mate, biking. The bottled fruit juice was out of date & the hacking cough from the kitchen put me off.

I’m assuming no-one has ever ordered just the McMuffin on it’s own!!

Yes, plenty of times

But going back to the hash brown in the bacon roll further up. Forget that, maccies bacon is rank. Single sausage and egg muffin with the hash brown inside is the dogs. Ketchup, little bit of salt and lots of pepper

Forget that, maccies bacon is rank.

That’s why you stick this hash brown in it 😉 To be honest it was better a few years back when the roll was more ‘hash brown shaped’

Single sausage and egg muffin with the hash brown inside is the dogs

I shall try this and report back 👍🏼

It was in Stravaigin on Gibson Street Glasgow maybe 1999. I can remember no other detail, such as what I actually ate, but the memory of ‘best breakfast’ is firm.