It’s the question every Irish guest house landlady or hotel waitress will ask you… a wee Irish breakfast?
Of course no Full Irish breakfast is ever anything like wee.
So to celebrate the reopening of Irish guest houses and breakfasts this week on top of hotels last week a celebration of The Wee Irish.
And a Sunday confession from where they do it best… Northern Ireland.
The Grand Central Hotel Belfast puts on one of the best breakfasts you’ll find anywhere on the island. Or anywhere anywhere.
Alas the Observatory Bar with the best views of Belfast does the best cocktails too.
The wine flows like water at the Europa Hotel.
Where if you’re lucky you can take in a cabaret dinner watching Van Morrison and his jazz pal Joey DeFrancesco at the Europa Hotel.
While the combination of two Scotsmen abroad finishing off with an orange stout nightcap in the iconic Crown Bar…
And so when the Full Irish arrived the next morning my eyes quickly sent a message to my belly.
And I could touch neither pork sausages, crispy bacon, scrambled or poached sausages or black pudding and mushrooms.
All of which nearly saved me for my reunion with The Son and Heir at his digs and a walk around town and through the Botanical Gardens.
Now while the Grand Central offers up an Irish Breakfast for inclusivity, a couple of words more here on The Ulster Fry.
The Ulster Fry
The Hairy Bikers point us in the right direction.
And for those who want to know how an Ulster Fry might deviate from a Full English, well…
Potato farls anyone? Well they’re a delicious potato and flour flat fried savoury cake.
Soda bread? And there was always this slice of Ireland on our breakfast table in our Scots-Irish house growing up.
It’s pretty much as it says on the packet, if the packet is in the shape of a wee Ulster mammy, of which my Dear Wee Mum is one.
The Nine Counties
The secret ingredient is, of course, magic Ulster fairy dust.
More too here on Ulster and I’m not being political here but the province is bigger than the country Northern Ireland.
So that’s the six counties of the North, Armagh, Antrim, Down, Derry, Fermanagh and Tyrone.
And the three from the South, Cavan, Monaghan and Donegal, with my Mum’s county Donegal in the South but further North.
Well, that’s Irish logic for you.
Only to mention this because I did manage to get my Ulster Fries of my Donegal youth.
So a wee Irish breakfast anyone?
Well, yes, but watch out for the wee night out the night before and the invitation for a wee drink?