Hotels And Breakfasts

karen2karen ♦ March 27, 2014 ♦ Leave a comment

So you go to a hotel that holds conservatively 1000 plus people, I am just guessing here, stick w/ me….And its breakfast “nook” holds (and you need the quotes for “nook”) what should we say?–maybe 20 people on a good day, of rather small humans who are not worried about room or personal space. Can someone please explain to me why the hotel designers really think no more than 20 of the 1000 plus guests have any chance of showing up at the same time? Seriously, don’t we all wait till the last half hour to grab breakfast?
Okay, so my fellow free breakfast goers all meet downstairs…The difference is I have bothered to put on some form of clothing – something in the clothing/daytime wear category…Now granted I may not be dolled up in full makeup and such, but I am appropriately dressed or rather clothed. And some of you, whom I really am not familiar enough with to view this way, are wearing your clearly favorite, just-rolled-out-of-bed pajama bottoms…Really…Really? I mean you had to walk past your suitcase on the way out the door, didn’t you? You couldn’t have bothered to stop and put on something resembling daywear. You must have seen your pants, you know, even the ones from yesterday, but you actually thought “Naaaa….why bother? Who is going to see me?” Well, I saw you and your husband who was similarly clad. I do want to thank you for taking the time to put on the bra (which was likely right next to your PANTS!) I really didn’t need to see that. Really…Really?
Hotel Breakfasts…. So the food itself at these freebie breakfast bars does leave a lot to be desired. One marvels at the various ways one can ruin eggs. You have either the super wet, runny scrambled eggs, the egg “circles” or pucks- (really not eggs at all)…or if you are truly lucky, your egg circle might contain shredded bacon and cheese. So you might want to just stick to a battered breakfast choice. However, my last experience with pancakes, steamed for the typical 4 hours, was unpleasant to say the least. After hoarding as many little tiny syrup packets as possible leftover at other’s peoples’ tables, I prepare to cut into my small slathered stack, but alas with my super sharp plastic knife, I find I am unable to penetrate this rock-like substance. Clearly, I should have headed to the line to toast an English Muffin instead, but as that line stretched out past the “nook” and into the hotel’s front desk, I decided to just grab a bruised banana and call it a loss….Yeah free breakfast! Really…Really?