Updated: 4 days ago
A few years ago a marvelous travel agent booked my husband and me into the Drake Hotel in London, where the service and staff (and lack of elevators) recall the Edwardian era.
Each evening, we placed our order for the following morning's breakfast. Each morning, two waiters would appear, each carrying a large and very full platter whose contents would nourish us throughout the day. I told my husband, "I want to live here."
Oil on Linen
16 x 20 in
Never work before breakfast.
If you have to work before breakfast, eat your breakfast first.
Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged
and well-provisioned breakfast-table.
The House of the Seven Gables
Everyone runs around trying to find a place where they still serve breakfast
because eating breakfast, even it it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon,
is a sign that the day has just begun and good things can still happen.
Having lunch is like throwing in the towel.
Lenny Bruce is Dead
I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time"
so I ordered French toast during the Renaissance.
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