In Baltimore, it’s “Hon”. Whole festivals have been created around the expression. RIP Honfest.
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This morning, I had a medical appointment on the other side of town. Afterwards, we popped into the nearby garden centre for nosey round and a visit to their café for a second breakfast. So, that was French toast (or “eggy bread” as it used to be called here before we adopted the American naming), with bacon & maple syrup for herself. I went with the “Full Hearty Breakfast”. Well, of course I did. Two sausages, two rashers of bacon, slice of black pudding, fried egg, mushrooms, baked beans and hash brown bites , together with two slices of toast and a coffee. £10.95 for the latter, so decent value
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I think your breakfast influenced me. I fried up some streaky bacon and eggs, and served it with toasted focaccia.
I fried my uneven piece of focaccia in the pan for a bit. I had been tearing off pieces blindly in the car during a long drive yesterday, so the loaf had a jagged edge. My dining companion got the even slices this morning.
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Here is some local peameal bacon, from Bacon Acre Farm in Granton, Ontario, just outside London, Ontario.
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Not every brekkie is a winner.
Last week we had an overnighter in Chester, staying at the 5* Grosvenor Hotel which was lovely, apart from its food offerings. I’ve reviewed dinner at their Brasserie on another thread on the forum. And we were back there for breakfast. Dinner had been very lacklustre but was dwarfed in its mediocrity by the breakfast experience. You have to make a reservation for breakfast when you check in to the hotel, so they knew we were coming. Which means it’s all but inexplicable that it took 45 minutes from us being seated to food being served. Fifteen minutes waiting for an order to be taken, then another thirty thumb twiddling and finger tapping.
When it arrived, it looked lovely - by then too hungry for us to bother taking a photo. Two sausages, two rashers of bacon, black pudding (from Bury , of course) two poached eggs, mushroom, tomato and toast. First job was, as always, to cut into the sausage to see if it tasted as good as it looked. It did. But it was lukewarm. As was every other single item on the plate. It was awful - you would expect this in a greasy spoon, let alone a 5* hotel, whose “fine dining” restaurant held a Michelin star until a couple of years ago… It should have gone back but we’d already wasted enough time and were hungry, so we ate it as best we could.
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