Breakfast at the attached Thyme restaurant is an all-you-can-eat buffet of humble honesty. You’ll find a mountain of sausages that taste like they were designed by committee, rubbery scrambled eggs, and a toaster that burns only one side of the bread. It’s glorious.
There’s also a “continental” section with croissants that were likely made in a factory next to a motorway. But the real star is the black pudding—a blood-based delicacy that sounds terrifying but tastes like a Scottish hug. Pair it with a cup of filter coffee that has the texture of existential dread, and you’re set for the day.
