By Peter Rosengard, May 21, 2009
Daniel knelt by my side at the table, a knife in his hand. With one decisive blow… he sliced the top off my boiled egg.
“ At last!... perfection Mr Rosengard!” he said. “Yellow runny; white firm.”
“Well done Daniel,” I said to the young waiter.
We were having a slight problem with the boiled eggs this morning. I have been having two, sometimes three, breakfast meetings a day at Claridge’s for almost 30 years.
“Just walk into the lobby and look for someone who looks like he’s had three or four hundred breakfasts,” I tell my guests.