As a Geordie born and bred, visiting Bracknell for work and staying at the Premier Inn, I sat down for breakfast. The waiter approached, and I told him what I wanted: eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato, and black pudding.
Now, the waiter and I don’t necessarily speak English as our first language, so when he asked what kind of eggs I wanted, I said fried. He then asked again (or so I thought), and I said fried. He repeated and said 5, and I said yes, fried.
About 15 minutes later, I’m wondering where my breakfast is, and out he comes with this massive plate, with five fried eggs.
Between my poor hearing, our English, Geordie and whatever his native language accent was, the end result was an absolute howler.
No, I couldn’t demolish five eggs either.
Thought they had a buffet…. Did they burn it out of spite?
God that breakfast looks sad.
I don’t think it was a misunderstanding about fried and five, he just gave you the standard geordie breakfast
Where the hell is the rest of that banger?
That first Michelin star is within reach!
I am impressed that a Premier Inn had black pudding.
Why does the sausage look like a mummy’s dick?
Reminds me of a time when my mum took me (then a student) out to dinner at a Spanish restaurant.
At the end of the meal, she asked if I fancied a drink. At the time I liked liqueurs and could see a bottle of Amaretto behind the bar, so when the waitress came over that’s what I asked for; except I mistakenly called it “amaeretti”, like the biscuits.
“A large one or a small one?” she asked. A reasonable question. Mum’s paying and I’m a scrounging student, so “A large one please”.
A few minutes later the waitress returns with whatever my mum asked for, and a large pot of tea with two cups. I can’t really rationalise it now, but at the time I thought “Oh, maybe in Spain they drink (Italian) ameretto in hot water, that’s odd” so I poured a cup and started to drink it: it was literally a pot of tea.
I realised then that through my mispronunciation and the fact the waitress’s English was a bit shakey, she had heard “A pot of tea”. I could hardly now say “Excuse me, I ordered a large liqueur and you brought me a teapot, but I only realised the mistake after starting to drink the tea”. What’s more, having explicitly declined a small pot and asked for a large one, I thought it would look weird to just drink a single cup. So I sat there, after a large meal, and drank 4 cups of tea back-to-back whilst my mum smugly sipped her drink.
Five eggs, Jeremy? That’s insane.
Do they not do the unlimited breakfast buffet anymore?
The eggs are the only edible part, and i’m taking into account you’re a geordie as well.
Despite the five eggs I feel like this could still fit on a smaller plate and I find that annoying. Too many gaps.
I had a premierinn/brewers fayre breakfast on Saturday and I have to say it was a cracker.
I gambled and asked for poached eggs, and they were on point and not over cooked… Which is a gamble at places like that. Good quality of ingredients as well
So when do you start paying off the mortgage required for 5 extra items at the hotel breakfast?
Nice to see the beans safely contained. I love beans at breakfast, but I’m not so keen on them contaminating everything else. Sometimes I’d use a sausage as a breakwater, but this works even better!
Don’t forget your big plate Alan.
Why did you order 1/4 of a sausage?
egg
On Fridays, my colleagues and l would get up early and go there for a pre work breakfast together. Food was great value and set you up for the day!
My awkwardness would have made me hide the uneaten eggs in my handbag until l could have disposed of them, probably in the car park bin.
They can’t even cook the eggs properly at least three are overdone! Burnt edges on the hash browns too
Four candles
Pretty delightful start to a Monday all things considered
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As a Geordie born and bred, visiting Bracknell for work and staying at the Premier Inn, I sat down for breakfast. The waiter approached, and I told him what I wanted: eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato, and black pudding.
Now, the waiter and I don’t necessarily speak English as our first language, so when he asked what kind of eggs I wanted, I said fried. He then asked again (or so I thought), and I said fried. He repeated and said 5, and I said yes, fried.
About 15 minutes later, I’m wondering where my breakfast is, and out he comes with this massive plate, with five fried eggs.
Between my poor hearing, our English, Geordie and whatever his native language accent was, the end result was an absolute howler.
No, I couldn’t demolish five eggs either.
Thought they had a buffet…. Did they burn it out of spite?
God that breakfast looks sad.
I don’t think it was a misunderstanding about fried and five, he just gave you the standard geordie breakfast
Where the hell is the rest of that banger?
That first Michelin star is within reach!
I am impressed that a Premier Inn had black pudding.
Why does the sausage look like a mummy’s dick?
Reminds me of a time when my mum took me (then a student) out to dinner at a Spanish restaurant.
At the end of the meal, she asked if I fancied a drink. At the time I liked liqueurs and could see a bottle of Amaretto behind the bar, so when the waitress came over that’s what I asked for; except I mistakenly called it “amaeretti”, like the biscuits.
“A large one or a small one?” she asked. A reasonable question. Mum’s paying and I’m a scrounging student, so “A large one please”.
A few minutes later the waitress returns with whatever my mum asked for, and a large pot of tea with two cups. I can’t really rationalise it now, but at the time I thought “Oh, maybe in Spain they drink (Italian) ameretto in hot water, that’s odd” so I poured a cup and started to drink it: it was literally a pot of tea.
I realised then that through my mispronunciation and the fact the waitress’s English was a bit shakey, she had heard “A pot of tea”. I could hardly now say “Excuse me, I ordered a large liqueur and you brought me a teapot, but I only realised the mistake after starting to drink the tea”. What’s more, having explicitly declined a small pot and asked for a large one, I thought it would look weird to just drink a single cup. So I sat there, after a large meal, and drank 4 cups of tea back-to-back whilst my mum smugly sipped her drink.
Five eggs, Jeremy? That’s insane.
Do they not do the unlimited breakfast buffet anymore?
The eggs are the only edible part, and i’m taking into account you’re a geordie as well.
Despite the five eggs I feel like this could still fit on a smaller plate and I find that annoying. Too many gaps.
I had a premierinn/brewers fayre breakfast on Saturday and I have to say it was a cracker.
I gambled and asked for poached eggs, and they were on point and not over cooked… Which is a gamble at places like that. Good quality of ingredients as well
So when do you start paying off the mortgage required for 5 extra items at the hotel breakfast?
r/deliciouscompliance
Had to do a [double take ](https://www.reddit.com/r/mildlyinteresting/comments/1cw5lo7/my_loaded_breakfast_cost_585_149000_vnd_in_da/)
Nice to see the beans safely contained. I love beans at breakfast, but I’m not so keen on them contaminating everything else. Sometimes I’d use a sausage as a breakwater, but this works even better!
Don’t forget your big plate Alan.
Why did you order 1/4 of a sausage?
egg
On Fridays, my colleagues and l would get up early and go there for a pre work breakfast together. Food was great value and set you up for the day!
My awkwardness would have made me hide the uneaten eggs in my handbag until l could have disposed of them, probably in the car park bin.
They can’t even cook the eggs properly at least three are overdone! Burnt edges on the hash browns too
Four candles
Pretty delightful start to a Monday all things considered
Fork handles?