Why do I read other blogs? What other people like, I do not like. Indeed, why do you read mine? Unless you have the same awesome tastes and preferences as me, then you should not read me.
I usually do not do a separate review for a hotel’s breakfast, but I had to for the Park Hyatt Vendome. The breakfast there has been hyped by so many bloggers and I have no idea why. To start, let me be clear, the food is good. The eggs taste like eggs. The croissant was a croissant. And the orange juice? It was made from real girl scouts. But beyond that, it was nothing special. In fact, it was lacking in comparison to other Park Hyatts. (see Grand Hyatt Guangzhou)
Hot food can only be ordered off of the menu, and the selection was nothing special. Limited by the lack of variety, I asked for an omelette with everything. My English must be rusty because the omelette I was served had spinach and cheese. Spinach may be sufficient for Popeye but I require protein. In comparison, the Park Hyatt Milan had a lobster caviar omelette. Como se dice, delicious in French?
Now for the pastries. Some people love sweets. I like them but I do not love them. View from the Wing’s Gary went on about how great they are at the Park Hyatt. Like pasta in Italy, I don’t see how sugar and flour can be that much better. It’s either a tasty cookie or a crap cookie.
The rest of the buffet was cheese and meats. I love cheese but not for breakfast and certainly not without vino. The meats were deli meat. Again, how can deli meat be prepared differently? It’s not like the turkey were rice fed cousins of wagyu beef.
My recommendation if you go to the Park Hyatt Paris is to skip the buffet and do room service, an option that is included as part of your Diamondalist perk. My other recommendation is to stop listening to people.
The Dining Room