I once got in Dublin, checking in a hotel. I asked whether breakfast was "English". The reception attendant, replied, with an ironic indignation "Oh no, Sir! Irish breakfast!"
Mind you, I have been to a dietician recently (on doctor's orders, the kind of shit that can happen on my age
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). She gave me the following advice : "At breakfast, you should eat like a king, at lunch like a nobleman, and at dinner like a pauper!"
So, the Irish approach isn't that bad (although she probably would curse me for eatin so much sausages!
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).