British breakfast is my second favorite part about England. These people really know how to eat. This is not a fruit salad and protein shake kind of country.
This is a country that eats breakfast, then conquers the world with cult rock music, okay?
And you can’t get a finer breakfast than at The Ritz Hotel.
This isn’t the Ritz-Carlton – don’t get it twisted. This is the sister of The Ritz in Paris, opened by Caesar Ritz himself. It has been around since the early 1900s and DRIPS Parisian opulence and beauty.
There are 2 kinds of SALT, for Pete’s sake! Finely ground if you are a ninny, and those large, flaky pyramids for those of us who know how to live.
Don’t wear jeans here, gentlemen. Brush that hair, ladies. You are served by an impeccable wait staff in morning coats who assure you that it is their pleasure to pick the pulp out of your freshly squeezed orange juice by hand so you don’t choke.
They are so convincing that I almost believe them.
The food is, thankfully, just as enjoyable as the atmosphere.
What, you don’t like duck, quail, and hen eggs at your morning breakfast buffet?
Oh, don’t worry, every entree comes with the buffet. WITH the buffet. That means that you can load up on genuine Scottish smoked salmon, figs from Jordan, and… yogurt so sweet and creamy that it might as well be called melted ice cream. You know, before your main course. And what a main course it is. Skip the pancakes and the bony and very fishy kippers, and go straight for the gold – The English Breakfast. Get it with black pudding that is so creamy and minerally-rich that you may stave off iron deficiency for life even if you become a vegan by lunch. The bacon is the fatty stuff that the Brits love, and the Cumberland sausage is fragrant with cloves and black pepper. The egg is poached beautifully, with a runny yolk and firm whites, or get it them scrambled to pale yellow, buttery bliss. Don’t forget that oven roasted tomato, sweet and juicy atop a meaty portobello mushroom.
Um, yeah…these people know breakfast. How to serve it, how to present it, and most of all - how to cook it.
This is an insanely expensive treat and though I couldn’t’ do it every day, it is a gift to myself that I will cherish forever.
Or at least until my heart explodes from eating all of that saturated fat before 10 AM.