The French have a croissant and black coffee, the Italians like a slice of sweet tart, Scots traditionally go for porridge in a wood porringer bowl. The world tend to think that those south of the border veer towards a ‘full English’ but that’s increasingly less true.
Yesterday Girlahead joined a hubbub of convention goers breakfasting at Fairmont Windsor Park. Her meal was superb. Greek yoghurt and muesli from a well-stocked buffet followed by a brought-to-table cheese omelette. It was Swiss cheese, so more gooey than, say, Cheddar. The peashoots atop said ‘greenery, health’. China was Villeroy & Boch, cutlery Robert Welch, Hildon water, Tiptree preserves, and, bliss oh bliss, The New York Times, especially valued on Friday when it includes at least a modicum of travel.
Fairmont Windsor Park is one mighty machine. Forty acres anchored by a late 18th century brick and stone mansion that was home of the Schroder banking dynasty for many generations. Now the whole cabouche belongs to the Arora hospitality dynasty, anchored by the lovely, talented and thoughtful Surinder. Girlahead last visited January 2022, a few days after the extended building opened as a 251-room hotel, and two years later it has blossomed.
Today being this travelogue’s weekly food day, let’s talk eating and drinking. Dinner in 1215 – the year Magna Carta was signed, in Egham, a mere nine kilometres away – was a delight. The quite-big room has deep alcoves down one side so it’s quite possible to think you have the restaurant to yourself until you walk past other alcoves, all taken of course (Fairmont Windsor Park is that kind of place, it attracts people, from dining romantics to mega-meetings via families with muddy-fingers youngsters).
The starting bread basket in 1215 is out of this world. All home-made and the focaccia with whey and herbs dipping sauce is a sensation. Being local