There’s a particular kind of excitement reserved for hotel breakfasts. You walk in slightly hungry, slightly disoriented from travel, and then you see it—an entire room transformed into a landscape of food. Counters stretch endlessly: eggs in six styles, breads you can’t pronounce, fruit carved into elaborate shapes, pancakes waiting beneath silver domes, and a row of local dishes you feel obliged to try because you’re travelling. So you do what everyone does—you take a little of everything. But somewhere between the second and third bite, the flavours blur. What once looked indulgent begins to feel overwhelming. And behind that theatre of abundance lies a less visible reality: the breakfast buffet has quietly become one of the biggest sources of food waste in hotels.



