I Never Thought I’d Be a Breakfast Person—Until Now
I’ve never really had much of an appetite in the morning. You know those people who wake up hungry, dreaming of eggs and pancakes before they even open their eyes? Yeah, that’s not me. I’ll take my coffee, maybe a bite of something if I remember, and get on with my day.
Except when I’m at a hotel.
For some reason, hotel breakfasts have always gotten to me. It’s not that I’m suddenly starving—it’s just the whole thing. The spread, the options, the quiet excitement of walking into a dining room filled with possibility. Even if I wasn’t actually hungry, I wanted to see everything, maybe take a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and somehow, I’d always end up eating more than I planned.
And then, at The Magic Collection, it happened.
I became a breakfast person.
Mornings at The Magic Collection: Slow, Beautiful, and Delicious
Here’s the thing—I’ve always loved juices. Fresh, artisanal, straight-from-the-fruit kind of juices. So just knowing I could start the morning with a cold glass of apricot, peach, or freshly squeezed orange juice already put me in a good mood. Sweet but not too sweet, smooth, refreshing—like a little morning reset in a glass.
Then there was the buffet. And if you know me, you know I love a good breakfast buffet. It’s not just about eating—it’s about seeing all the options, picking exactly what you’re in the mood for, and maybe discovering something unexpected. And let me tell you—the homemade cakes? Incredible. The kind of cakes that feel just as at home at breakfast, especially the chocolate one. Soft, fresh, not too sweet—just right.
And then came the filled croissants. Flaky, buttery, but instead of just being a plain pastry, they were stuffed with ham, cheese, a bit of salad—almost like the ultimate breakfast sandwich but better. A croissant is already perfect, but add a little something inside? Game-changer.
Of course, I couldn’t skip the eggs Benedict. Always a favorite of mine, but here? They were next-level. The hollandaise and ham were just right-rich but not too heavy, the yolk running into it just the way it should. Each bite was everything you want from a breakfast like this.
At some point, I stopped and realized—I wasn’t just eating breakfast. I was enjoying it. Really enjoying it. Taking my time, going back for a little more, sipping my juice slowly. Turns out, maybe I am a breakfast person after all.
The Magic of Becoming a Breakfast Person
I used to think I just wasn’t into breakfast. Turns out? I just hadn’t had it like this.
Somewhere between the first sip of juice, the perfect bite of eggs Benedict, and the unplanned second (or third) round at the buffet, something shifted. It wasn’t about hunger—it was about enjoying the moment.
Now, I don’t wake up dreaming of breakfast. But when I do sit down, coffee in hand, a fresh croissant on my plate, I get it.
And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
P.S: For more pics nd details also about the brunch check out this link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C8o63BaIXGs/?img_index=1.
