What better way to start the day than with a hearty breakfast, beautifully presented, accompanied by excellent service and on two out of three mornings, enjoyed in our own poolside pavilion? With only 40 rooms, and ours some 3-400+ meters from the kitchen, frankly we were amazed by breadth and quality of the breakfasts served. They weren’t the finest hotel breakfasts we have enjoyed, but they were extremely good, and throw in the superb service and wonderful settings (near the main pool and in our own villa), and they would definitely rate a solid 9.0/10.0…
On our first morning, up a little early to make a tour we had booked, I started off with a bread basket with assorted pastries and some good butter and two kinds of what appeared to be homemade compound jams.
The croissant was flaky and the jams intriguing and delicious. One of the jams, a kiwi, mango and other fruit mix, had us stumped for a few minutes until we asked what was in it.
My fruit platter can only be described as over-the-top anal retentive! Whoever sliced and arranged the fruit like that must be a bit obsessive, no? :)
Mrs. Marketman’s eggs benedict (the dish by which she judges hotel breakfasts) was rated very good.
The Teen’s chocolate pancakes were good but a bit unusual looking, real chunks of chocolate embedded in the pancakes, making them look a bit like wheel hubcaps… :)
On our second morning at the hotel, I woke early and decided to walk to the breakfast area and had a peaceful meal of orange juice, freshly squeezed and lots of it, tea, toast with jam, sausages, potatoes and two-fried eggs.
When I returned to our room, Mrs. MM and The Teen had ordered room service and they had some french toast and plain pancakes.
They had these enormous carafes of freshly made apple and orange juice.
We decided having breakfast in our villa was far more appealing than having to get dressed and walking to the restaurant…
On our third morning at the hotel, we all ordered our breakfast to be served in our rooms, that’s the photo of it up top with service for three. Another fruit platter, an omelet, bread baskets, etc.
I had a side dish of grilled sausages and some sliced tomatoes…
…to go with some toast dipped in soft boiled eggs. Unfortunately, the eggs were a bit overdone, so no dipping going on. A teaspoon solved the issue nicely.
We all agreed that the absolute stunner of dish was some SUPERB yoghurt, obviously made in-house, presented in little jam bottles, together with some berry sauce/compote. Mix a little of the berry compote into the incredibly smooth yoghurt and you will be practically squealing with delight. This was so good we had it 2 or 3 times. :)
The Teen enjoying some of the yoghurt, like the shirt? :)
When we were all fed up (literally) and had retreated to the bedroom, we noticed a sudden and very aggressive visitor picking at the remnants of our breakfast. Within minutes, several large and small birds had their fill of croissants, potatoes, etc. despite our attempting to shoo them away. No wonder they say the inspiration for Alfred Hitchcock’s movie “The Birds” probably came from seeing a similar scene decades ago on the balcony of a room at the fabled La Mamounia Hotel in Marrakech…