Sfogliatelle and Little Glass Pots: Breakfast on the Amalfi Coast
This is the view to which we awoke every morning last week in Italy: crystal-clear sky, cerulean sea, sun streaming through the windows. If Im very quiet, I can recall the sounds of crickets, a soft breeze and the distant shrieks of children already on the beach. While it was heavenly to relax and enjoy the early sights and sounds of Amalfi, Andrew and I never lingered too long in our room of a morning. We had breakfast to attend to.
When you think of a hotel buffet breakfast, different images can come to mind. On the disappointing end of the scale are chafing dishes full of rubbery eggs, toast made with pre-sliced bread and slightly bruised fruit. Friends, this was not that kind of buffet breakfast.0