Possibly the most impressive thing about breakfast at the Dreadnought hotel is entering the breakfast room itself. The large airy space is almost perfect for a civilised Scottish breakfast. The smartly dressed Polish waiters were the first sign that all was not as Scottish as one may have hoped.
Further inspection quickly revealed greater worries.
The first was the large aluminium flasks containing tea and coffee - on the central breakfast table. So, it seems that we were to fetch our drinks, rather than have a nice pot of tea at the table. More detailed inspection showed that these flasks of tea were left with up to eight tea bags each in them.
The result was some of the most stewed tea I have ever tasted. I quickly gave in and resorted to the coffee - surely more suited to sitting in a flask. It was reassuringly strong, and just barely drinkable. By now, serious warning bells were beginning to ring.
A word about the orange juice. Surely this was safe? Sadly no. It was watered down with what I can only assume was water.
I must confess to a certain sense of betrayal. Not only had they used the cheapest concentrated orange juice to offer us, but they had seen fit to dilute it to taste - their taste for cheapness.
A note about the central breakfast table which housed all the cereal: It was boxed in with breakfast tables so that patrons struggled to access it. Bear in mind that all the hot drinks were on this table and you'll see that almost everyone needed regular access. The result was a constant traffic jam. Doubly vexing for those unfortunate enough to be seated jammed up to the table, as people were constantly knocking into them.
The poached egg was a revelation. Whilst it looked horrible, it was soft in the middle, and I am told that it tasted just fine. The bacon was a bit thick and “cheap” tasting, but it tasted OK, and really it is unfair to complain too much.
At last, I can offer you a fried breakfast, in all its glory.
It has all the basic stuff, plus a potato scone and some fried bread. I have to start by saying that the potato scone was disgusting. Completely soaked with fat and not the slightest bit appetising. It was even cold. The same goes for the fried bread - except that instead of being cold and slimy, it was cold and as crispy as a china tea plate.
I quickly discarded both and surveyed the rest:
Bacon: As described before - thick and pretty flavourless, but edible.
Sausage: A revelation! Wonderful sausage. Pork all the way through, nicely cooked and a joy to consume.
Fried Egg: Obviously done alongside a great many others, but none too bad for all that. The yolk was soft, although it tasted of little.
Beans: Clearly not any recognisable brand - these “catering” beans were OK. Nothing more.
Black Pudding: Crispy on top and soaked with fat and soft underneath. It was OK, but if a little more care had been taken, it could have been really lovely.
So, a mixed message really - but quite near to being a nice breakfast. It just wasn't.
The room wasn't great either, so only go there if you have to, I'd say.
Rating: 41%
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