The Doolin Pier Breakfast Bar

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This was Dun Laoghaire earlier this week...

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Just looking at that picture makes me want to go back there again...

And I'd have freshly roast chicken with a little salt and black pepper in a sandwich for breakfast any day Audi, over microwaved pizza.

Thursday and Friday of this week I happened to have breakfast in hotels. On Thursday, I almost cried (really) into my powdered scrambled egg. Why do hotels/restaurants do that? It's a crime against the humble but magnificent egg. There's no point in complaining - anyplace that would serve such filth just doesn't get it.

Yesterday I was at a big breakfast gathering and stuck to fruit and croissants while those around me scoffed wrinkly sausages and salty rashers. If someone could explain to me the attraction of the full Irish/Ulster/English breakfast, I'm (sort of) open to persuasion. It's a flavourless heart-attack on a plate as far as I'm concerned.

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Local black pudding, egg and mushrooms in a little roll this morning: mm Razz

The sea looks good Kate P.

A boiled egg is usually safe in hotels Kate, but for some strange reason they are not able to serve one bolied egg on its own, no matter how clearly requested it is always two. I wonder what happens to all the left over ones?

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Kate P wrote:: Just looking at that picture makes me want to go back there again...

And I'd have freshly roast chicken with a little salt and black pepper in a sandwich for breakfast any day Audi, over microwaved pizza.

Thursday and Friday of this week I happened to have breakfast in hotels. On Thursday, I almost cried (really) into my powdered scrambled egg. Why do hotels/restaurants do that? It's a crime against the humble but magnificent egg. There's no point in complaining - anyplace that would serve such filth just doesn't get it.

Yesterday I was at a big breakfast gathering and stuck to fruit and croissants while those around me scoffed wrinkly sausages and salty rashers. If someone could explain to me the attraction of the full Irish/Ulster/English breakfast, I'm (sort of) open to persuasion. It's a flavourless heart-attack on a plate as far as I'm concerned.

No, no, no, deary me, you cannot surely have overlooked the pleasures of dipping a piece of sausage in the soft yoke of a fried egg of a glorious morning.
Agree with you on the powered egg, a crime against everything a chicken stands for.