Why hotel breakfasts are the best meal of a holiday and where to find the best Irish ones
Breakfast at Ballymaloe House
When I was a child, we went to stay for a weekend at my Aunty Mary’s family hotel. “This is your home from home,” I remember her telling us as we pitched up, with our pyjamas and good outfits packed in weekend cases. The rooms were lovely, and dinner that night was divine but it was breakfast I remember most.
Sun streaming in the windows, we were ushered to a table laid with three special settings for my brother, sister and me. Egg cups filled with little chocolate eggs, china plates and crystal glasses just for us. I couldn’t have been more than six at the time, but I can still feel the fizzing thrill of just how special I felt.
