It so depends on the circumstances. A cold winter's day on the road, or even at home, a lovely cooked breakfast is to die for (and, if I eat too many, no doubt I will...). But one of the most idyllic breakfasts I have ever had was on a terrace overlooking Orvieto, with fresh fruit juice, ripe tomatoes, perfect olive oil and wonderful breads, as well as home made jam and marmalade. Perfection.