Breakfast like a king…..

When in Spain, do as the Spaniards do….

Every time we come to Spain, we know we could easily buy a carton of orange juice, a pack of coffee, a box of cereal and some milk and make our own breakfast. But where’s the fun in that?

No, when in Spain we do as Miquel does. We do as so many Spanish do. On our way out to begin the day, we call in at a local bar or bakery-with-café attached.

We sit down, maybe glance at one of the newspapers lying around, and order a coffee and a pastry and enjoy a few quiet moments before launching into action.

Our breakfast of choice includes a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice – such a treat. We may choose a wholemeal croissant: I promise you, they’re delicious. Or even better, pan tostada con tomate. Chased down with a café solo, and a few minutes of people-watching, there’s no better start to the day.

Author: margaret21

I'm retired and living in North Yorkshire, where I walk as often as I can, write, volunteer, and travel as often as I can.

27 thoughts on “Breakfast like a king…..”

    1. Or in Portugal uma bica 🙂 🙂 Or a batanado, if you like it longer. I’m a meia de leite person. Just saying, in case either of you should offer me a coffee.


    1. Emily is so rude about the quality of Spanish butter I’ve never dared try it! Obviously it’s not that bad if John likes it.


  1. Yup, it’s got style, it’s got fun and it’s got taste. So cool. All that and social benefits too, as you point out. Olé for the Spanish breakfast.


  2. I like this urban approach of breakfast–wander down the street until you feel like a little stop with refreshments. It wouldn’t work where I live (or you either, I think), where I have to drive about 10 miles to the nearest breakfast spot!

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  3. That’s what I call Living the Life…. My house-made breakfasts are my/our FEAST, every day, as it is (in principle, or say Should be) our main meal. BUT having said that, I will always fondly remember our choral week in Barcelona, where we had a ghastly ‘breakfast’, brackets because it was so terrible, so that we left asap and before we started our programme, and hopped it to a nearby bar, where we got a freshly pressed o’juice and a god-ly espresso as well as a glass of iced water, plus, as per the boulanger’s morning so far (8.25-8.40am) offering….. In the later day or early evening, the fare was supplemented by sangria, jambon iberica freshly sliced ham, rather tasteless but salty cheese, fried stuff of whatever was on offer, aiding us towards a supper…. mmmmmh

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    1. Oh, I think Spanish food’s a great deal healthier now. I like a decent breakfast myself, but nowhere near ‘main meal’ proportions. Now to burn off a few calories after That Holiday.

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      1. Well, we were lodging at a ‘convent’ – in my whole life I’ve never eaten less enticing food, uninspired, terrible, wrong combinations, and sour faces of the sisters being on duty. But we couldn’t pull out, only envied our friends/singers/musicians who booked a hotel elsewhere 😉

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      2. Oh, I once stayed in a convent when on a course at university. The food was fine, but to this day, I can’t forgive them that the only drink available was… tea. Eeeurgh.

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