English breakfast
English
Noun
English breakfast (countable and uncountable, plural English breakfasts)
- (countable) Synonym of full English breakfast.
- (usually uncountable) Ellipsis of English breakfast tea.
- 2004, Peter Straub, chapter 10, in In the Night Room: A Novel, New York, N.Y.: Random House, →ISBN, part 1 (Willy’s Losing Her Mind Again/So Is Tim), pages 44–45:
- He left her sitting on the porch by herself, the mistress of the wicker chair, a front yard festooned with pickup trucks, and two hot cups of English breakfast she had not wanted in the first place.
- 2009 June 4, Danny King, Blue Collar, London: Serpent’s Tail, →ISBN, pages 18 (Jason and the Lagernauts) and 75 (The greaseless spoon):
- ‘Just had a cup of tea and went. Have you heard of English breakfast?’ ‘What, d’you mean like eggs and bacon?’ ‘No, like English breakfast tea?’ […] ‘Tea up,’ I said, returning to the bedroom and handing Charley a steaming hot cup of English breakfast.
- 2019, JL Merrow, chapter 20, in Counter Culture, Burnsville, N.C.: Riptide Publishing, →ISBN, page 150:
- Of course, in an actual competition we’d both have cups of English breakfast or Earl Grey, and the same amount of milk for fairness, but this’ll do for you to get the idea.
- 2021, Joani Elliott, chapter 29, in The Audacity of Sara Grayson: A Novel, New York, N.Y.; Nashville, Tenn.: Post Hill Press, →ISBN:
- She sipped hot English breakfast from her thermos and pulled the blanket close around her.
- 2023, Stuart Field, chapter 26, in Not a Friend of the Family (A Friend of the Family; 2), [Northwood, London]: Next Chapter, →ISBN:
- ‘What kind would you like?’ replied the waitress. […] / ‘I don’t know, I’m not really a tea drinker,’ Melanie said with a lost puppy look. The girl laughed once more. / ‘Tell you what, I’ll bring you a cup of English breakfast,’ the girl said, her smile growing broader but holding a different content.
- 2024, Abby Corson, chapter 2, in The Concierge, London: Black & White Publishing, →ISBN:
- So, I confess—I am at home. In my lounge room to be exact. In a big, reddish brown Chesterfield armchair holding a cup of English breakfast, no milk, and looking out at my little garden, complete with a stone wall at the end and a few pairs of socks and undies on a washing line.