I’ve been thinking a lot about hotel breakfast buffets lately. I plan to write an elaborate love letter to them in the near future, for they are glorious. In the interim, I just want to say that breakfast buffets are the best part of the hotel experience. No matter how ugly the bedspread is, how thin the walls are and how grimy the bathroom looks, all sins are forgiven when I enter the breakfast buffet.
This isn’t about the Eggo waffles offered at a Holiday Inn Express. That’s an insult to the breakfast buffet. I’m talking about proper hotel breakfast buffets that stretch as far as a football field and tempt you to use multiple plates. It’s a wonderful thing to see all of those carbs, fats and almost ripe fruits laid out before you. I love it all. Even the cereals. Usually with a copy of USA Today. Call me tacky. I don’t care.
I want to hear your thoughts on the ethereal experience that is the breakfast buffet. Vote in the poll and, as always, expound in the comments. Don’t be shy. This is a safe space.