English Breakfast

Armed with two Geneva newspapers, Le Bleu Matin and 20 Minutes hand carried to Argelès last week, I headed to Franck’s for a good English breakfast. The papers don’t replace The Boston Globe and NY Times for the best Sunday read, but the Geneva papers sufficed.
Of course, reading (or writing) at the tea room is almost impossible. Sylvie (French), Douglas (Canadian and called DUE-CLASS by the French) and Mike (American) were there. Later Carol (English) showed up. Conversation is better than reading.

Franck was a little worried. As a Frenchman, he is never 100% sure he gets the English breakfast exactly right, but I reassured him…and he worries that a Swiss/American doesn’t know much about English food traditions. Then again, as good as it was I can only eat about half. There is just too much food. Half the bacon, half the sausage, one piece of toast and one egg would have been more than filling. I had asked for half, was willing to pay for whole, but Franck wanted to make sure I wouldn’t leave hungry.

Instead I sent half back and probably will need no more than a light snack later in the day even with that. However, every bite was enjoyable.