As much as I miss "Great Breakfasts of Yesteryear", I look forward to an upcoming trip to Hungary, Austrai and the Czech Republic. I've always thought that some of the best hotel breakfasts in my life were in Germany, cold meats and cheeses being a real treat (as long as there was something beyond that increasing trend to set out for toasting what we Southern 'Merkins call "Store-Bought Light Bread", actually made from unused wall paper paste dehydrated and baked in loaves).

Then there's France, especially in smaller tiowns/cafes, where one still finds local bread and what I recall as almost soup bowls of cafe au lait for drinking and dipping.

Then there's:

"Start your day the Italian way! Cafe Correto!" (sp?), that little alcohol boost that works better than a Bllody Mary.