Breakfast at Oxford’s Randolph Hotel

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I never eat more than breakfast at the Randolph Hotel, since I’m invariably in Oxford to have other meals elsewhere, usually in colleges, but this time in the Union. I didn’t go for the cooked breakfast this time, but contented myself with a croissant, bread and black coffee. Quite French. What made it remarkable was the honey, a whole slab of honeycomb to cut slabs off. It was gorgeous in both taste and texture, among the best I’ve had. And with the croissant I had some Austrian smoked cheese. That was a pretty good breakfast.