In Hiroshima we lived in a Mitsui Garden hotel – because of its location, price (though I can’t consider ¥46500 for 3 nights quite a good deal; but we’ve seen nothing below that except guest houses with snoring visitors from poorer Asian countries) and a “good breakfast” note from booking.com. Regarding that last one, I just couldn’t help pondering for some time; it seemed to be a cheating.
But let’s digress from food for a minute (though it’s almost futile in Japan). Japanese business hotels are known for that distinctive efficient-down-to-every-inch “living” space that disregards almost any kind of soul in a business person. It rather looks like a place for charging bio-robots. Well, and for discharging too; adult VOD is available in every room, for a decent price. I personally feel moody and confined there. Having said that, I always admitted beds in those hotels to be first-class: I always had an excellent sleep there.
That hotel was, I believe, the first one with a sub-par bed. Though a room for two was 16 sq.m large (which is a decent area for such hotels), the bed felt terribly uncomfortable, short and narrow. The image had looked much more enticing.
To the contrary, the hall on the ground floor is very comfortable. There are nice couches there, a cooler with water for drinking and a small rack of hot hand towels.
Now back to the breakfast. So far I haven’t seen an inspiring breakfast in Japan. When it comes to dinner, Japanese absolutely rock: all that wasyoku-ryori, a hundred nice small dishes, and all. But breakfasts look like those business hotels: purely functional, even if good-looking, they are aimed at proper operation of a human until lunch, rather than at enjoyment.
Compared to other hotels in Japan that we’ve seen, this one actually had quite a good choice of meals for breakfast – both Western and Asian.
But the thing was (or rather, the thing wasn’t) – most of them tasted somewhat dull. Like bento or frozen meals. There was no soul or mood in them.
Here you see star-shaped pancakes in the background and waffles in the foreground. Is it only me or they really look bleak?
Pickles, for a Japanese-styled breakfast.
Tamagoyaki (omelette) was too sweet. Ok, let’s consider it a matter of taste.
But there were two things that really cheered me up. The first one is the local yogurt (it’s there on the fuzzy background, with a longer spoon in it). Man, that was the best yogurt I tasted. It’s gorgeous! By the way, it wasn’t actually marked as local: I asked a waitress and she went to the kitchen to ask there; and soon after several cooks showed up from the kitchen to see who’s that gaijin asking about a yogurt. Only after that I heard that it’s from Hiroshima.
The second thing I liked was a corn cream soup on soy milk (in a cup on the left). It’s been so soft!
The heavenly yogurt with dried and candied fruits, and coffee next to it.
Here’s a breakfast of some Japanese guy. And if you only saw how much Japanese girls eat…
The view from the restaurant on the 23rd floor is outstanding. There’s a coastline!
Did any of you live in a Japanese business hotel? What’s your impression?