Posted by David Lebovitz - 14 Oct 2013
When I was in Beirut, I
stayed at a hotel with amazing
breakfasts. Although I’m not one that likes to inflict myself on
the public in the early hours of the day (when I’m not exactly at my best), the
breakfasts with their freshly baked Arabic bread and za’atar-filled croissants
helped me make the transition from my blissful slumber, and through that
difficult period where I’m going to have to realize that at some point I’m
going to have to start interacting with others.
Yet just as fast as I got accustomed
to those lovely morning treats, I moved to another hotel where those lovely
breakfasts were pulled out from under me. The place was fine, but let’s just
say the breakfast offerings weren’t quite as enticing. (As much as I’d love to
tote around a coffee machine or other apparatus when I travel, my dream is to
show up at a hotel and find an in-room espresso machine ready and waiting.)
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