I am about to eat my favorite breakfast of all time: Eggs Florentine. In DC, it is usually hard to find as everyone else seems to prefer Eggs Benedict. I think the Canadians can keep their pseudo bacon, I like my english muffins (the actual English call them crumpets) topped with spinach below the softly poached eggs and the ladelful of hollandaise sauce.
The breakfast I ate at the Montage in Deer Valley ran this morning’s excellent breakfast a close second though. The Montage Deer Valley serves tortillas, black beans. a hot green chile salsa, guacamole, sour cream, 2 fried eggs and a mess of tomatoes, cheese and onions to keep skiers going all day. I tucked into the Huevos Rancheros before going to the airport and thus avoided unpleasant in-flight extortion, just to eat.
It is all a far cry from the British Airways shuttle that used to run between Belfast and London in my young day. They offered a complimentary “fry in the sky” and residents of Ulster used to enjoy “the heap at 30,000 feet” before embarking on their business in London. Stickin’out, so it was.