Though it’s only been a few months since our #LTeuropa adventure, I’m already itching to make my return to Europe. MOSTLY to see the romantic and satiate my never-ending wanderlust, but also because I kind of miss European breakfasts.
…And by kind of, I mean fiercely.
I know, I know! I’m a New Yorker– home of the best bagels in all the land! Bagels will always have a special place in my heart (and belly), but I can’t kick my obsession with European breakfasts. And who could blame me?
I’ve always been a coffee drinker, but I became a coffee addict during my semester abroad in Paris. Too afraid to ask my non-English speaking host for milk or sugar, I started drinking my coffee black. Now, I drink three or four cups of black coffee a day, and almost always on the run. There’s just something about leisurely sipping on a freshly brewed coffee in a European Cafe.
And I’m not alone. Even the romantic, who’s not an habitual coffee drinker, can’t keep herself from indulging in European coffee. During our delicious breakfast at Cotto Crudo, courtesy of our hosts at the Four Seasons Prague, the romantic paired her bagel and lox with a perfectly prepared latte.
When it comes to breakfast in Europe, there’s rarely an option for double bacon, egg-white only, or avocado-topped. You’re more likely to find plates with two or three amazingly fresh and perfectly prepared components. Give me a simple omelette or soft-boiled egg accompanied by freshly baked bread, and I’m golden.
We were invited to Gresham Restaurant at the Four Seasons in Budapest, and though it was anything but small, everything they offered was supremely fresh and simply prepared. Countless breads and baked goods straight from the oven were accompanied by jams, jellies, and honey. A variety of fresh fruit lined the bar, simply sliced and beautifully arranged. The romantic and I had to use all the willpower we could muster to not load our plates with every option that the buffet offered.
The cheese. Oh, the cheese.
If I had to choose one meal to subsist off of every day for the rest of my life, it would be bread and cheese. I wouldn’t even be picky about the type of cheese. That’s how much I love eating cheese morning, noon, and night. In the US, eating JUST cheese for breakfast (outside of the cream cheese variety or mixed in with an egg) might earn you a few judgey stares. In Europe? Not only is it commonplace, its encouraged.
The pain au chocolat
Ok, so not all European countries do the pain au chocolat justice. But, if I’m going to enjoy one outside of France, I’d rather do it in Europe than anywhere else. Fair? Fair.
Even European cities not especially known for their pain au chocolat don’t disappoint. The pain au chocolat I devoured at the Radisson Blu Carlton, who hosted us in Bratislava, was everything I wanted and more: flaky, buttery, and golden brown.
If only to enjoy one perfectly prepared French espresso, the chances of me purchasing a one-way ticket to Paris increases significantly with each day that passes. I maaay have even started looking for flights.
Look out, Europe. I’m coming for your cheese.