My breakfast was lovely. Served on (mostly) Villeroy and Boch, it was a nice spread - just enough, although there was far too much cheese (wait, did I just say that?), for what bread was given.
The coffee was just about the worst institutional swill ever, it was hot, but terrible by this girl's standards. Thankfully, I am my father's daughter, and have my own stash of French Roast (brought over from England, not purchased here), so tomorrow will be a better coffee day.
1 comment:
what ever happened to french roast?
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