Ryokan Breakfast
After waking up at the ryokan, we slowly made our way downstairs for breakfast. I knew that it would be a traditional Japanese breakfast, and I was open to the idea (and quite hungry), but when I approached the table and saw this flat fish in front of my place. I lost my appetite, almost entirely.
It didn’t help that the other foods offered (tofu, poached egg, pickled stuff, miso soup, etc) also didn’t resemble breakfast foods to me.
I tried to eat it. Really, I tried. But I just couldn’t.
I left the table feeling pretty embarrassed because I had barely eaten the food put in front of me. I had a bit of everything, but just couldn’t manage to take it all down!
Should have packed the Wheaties or thrown the fish on the grill!
We did throw the fish on the grill, actually that is what we were supposed to do. Didn’t make it much more appetizing though!
After breakfast we ran to the drink corner where I bought myself a Tropicana and we went upstairs where I ate a granola bar. I am never one not to have a snack or two stashed in my purse!
You don’t mess with breakfast, you just don’t.
This is surely as much as one could bear. I don’t blame you. Call me a big, fat American, but I need my carb- and sugar-centric breakfast. I don’t need some blighty fish staring me in the face in the morning.
While touring in Israel, I noticed the same thing. There were so many breakfast items that we would not consider eating first thing in the morning. Lots of fish, also. Now I could have handled shrimp and lobster at any time of day, but unfortunately, their fish looked similar to yours!
I stuck mostly with the fruit.
Lv. Grandma
P.S. I was also extremely disappointed with their dates. I pictured great big plump dates (like you get from California) and was anxiously awaiting “stuffing” myself with “all you can eat free, so-to-speak, dates. They are fresh and partially green and smooth-skinned. Not so great!
I would have killed for some fruit!! Unfortunately, fruit isn’t part of the Japanese breakfast either. Just salty foods, mainly. Bleh!