There's nothing like good old tea and toast, though... And I'm talking any meal here... The smell of the toast reminds me of both my mother and my grandmother, that warm, homely smell that instantly sets my stomach grumbling. Spread with bitter marmalade, honey, or best of all my mum's home-made damson jam (a perfect mixture of the best of marmalade and honey, sweet AND sour all at once!). And the tea - earl grey or lady grey, no milk, made properly with really boiling water and not stewed too long. Or if there's no 'fancy' tea, normal tea with a small teaspoonful of sugar and a slice of lemon. There's a tiny cafe here in Dublin called Maison des Gourmets - they mainly do take-away breads and tarts, but it's bliss in the mornings if you get one of their tables outside, on a quiet pedestrian street, where the waitress brings you your toasted sourdough, and calls you 'Madame' - just as though you were in Paris... ... aah, well we can all dream, can't we?!