A Very Brussels Breakfast
I had a very Brussels breakfast today, Irish tea, English baked beans, French omelet and Belgian spiced meatballs. If I had been so inclined, the mish-mash on my plate could have been expanded to take in a breakfast item representative from every country in the European Union.
With a good’s night sleep, I might have been able to turn the symbolism in the clash of food cultures in the Crowne Plaza restaurant into a witty, coherent point about the EU itself. However, witty and coherent is nigh on impossible on less than 90 minutes worth of zzzs. The symbolic meaning of German cheese and Polish Szinki will just have to wait for a day less fuelled by rocket launch grade coffee.
With a good’s night sleep, I might have been able to turn the symbolism in the clash of food cultures in the Crowne Plaza restaurant into a witty, coherent point about the EU itself. However, witty and coherent is nigh on impossible on less than 90 minutes worth of zzzs. The symbolic meaning of German cheese and Polish Szinki will just have to wait for a day less fuelled by rocket launch grade coffee.
Labels: Breakfast, Brussels, European Union, Sleep shortfall
posted by David at 9:54 PM
4 Comments:
And what were you doing all night except sleeping? Hmmm?
We have a client in Brussels - the fare at meetings there is a similar mix of national elements. Most peculiar.
Sweet dreams.
Puss
And what about the whisky you can't start the day off without that, it keeps the midges away ;)
Fine description of the breakfast! I like the term "rocket launch grade coffee"!
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