I am that rarest of persons who doesn't eat eggs or cheese (no allergies or philosophical arguments, I just don't like them), so this is a recurring pet peeve of mine. The smell of a cooking egg can actually make me physically ill. Breakfast while traveling for me consists mainly of fruit or whatever muffins or scones Starbucks happens to be selling.

Breakfast time on a plane tends to be pure torture -- even the sight of a cream cheese crepe can make me uncomfortable. That's actually one time when I'd rather be in Y with no meal service.