So I saw a sign down by the breakfast counter of this hotel (paraphrased from memory):
This strikes us (me and Pamela) as…somewhat stingy. We have postulated the existence of Breakfast Police, wondered if there is some rate of exchange (two bowls of cereal but no egg?), and considered the legality of supplying our own glasses for the juice.
Contrast this (the Comfort Inn, which also, by the way, has no wireless internet, so I’m tethered to the wall) with the Hampton that we were in earlier, which not only set up the breakfast area to encourage you to stay a while (with free newspapers, and places to set up your laptop), but also had some pre-bagged breakfasts for you to grab on your way out if you were in a hurry.