Breakfast on the seventeenth floor is the Club InterContinental breakfast, served to guests with club membership or lounge access. The space is small and the crowd is thin: one slow look around the long counter, and then you sit down and order from the à la carte menu. From half past six to half past ten, the Taichung beyond the windows is still not quite awake.

The long counter begins with the cold row: cold cuts, cheese, fruit, smoked salmon, and a box of salad greens. Right beside it is the bread counter.

What I loved about the bread counter is that every name is set out on its own card: cranberry loaf, milky savoury pineapple bun, peanut bread, raisin custard Danish, seasonal fruit Danish, and French baguettes standing in their rack. You read the name first, then take what you want — no guessing.

There are nine jams, in three rows: chocolate, raspberry, Taiwanese honey, peanut, mango, blueberry, lychee, mixed berry and pineapple. Each in its own little bowl — scooping a small taste of every one is a pleasure in itself.

The toast rests in a wooden box, covered with a cloth to keep it warm — fresh milk and wholemeal. Beside it stand two jars of biscuits and a bowl of whole fruit.

The hot food begins with the steamers. The black-and-gold buns are black and plump; there are sesame buns, pork buns and roe-topped siu mai, with three small dishes of dipping sauce beside the baskets. A steamer of hot dim sum in the morning makes your stomach feel looked after.


The Japanese small dishes sit in the buffet area in a wooden divided box, one kind to a compartment, arranged with real delicacy: natto, salted shiso plums, tamagoyaki, honey-glazed black beans, teriyaki king oyster mushrooms, seaweed salad, marinated jellyfish, and little individual packs of nori. There is plenty to choose from; picking slowly adds a quiet Japanese note to breakfast.

The hot selection covers the essentials. On the cart nearby are rice from the electric cooker, grilled mackerel from the grill pan and a bowl of sausages; the cart notes the origin of its meats, and under the warming lamps everything is still hot when you serve yourself.

The drinks are on the ice counter. Three juices — watermelon, orange and kiwi — nestled in crushed ice; yoghurts in plain, mixed berry and strawberry. A toaster stands beside the counter.

The ice counter on the other side holds whole milk, low-fat milk, unsweetened soy milk and vegetable-and-fruit juice — and also a bottle of sparkling wine and a bottle of sparkling water, chilling together. Even at breakfast, the sparkling wine is properly cold.


As it was poured, I took a proper look at the label: Piccini Prosecco, Extra Dry — from the same winery as the sparkling wine we had at the Il Limone breakfast on the first floor.
Sit Down, and Order À La Carte

After one circuit of the counters, we sat down with the menu. There are four à la carte breakfasts: the signature eggs Benedict, the omelette, the two-egg feast, and the sea bass and lobster congee. This morning, the congee, the Benedict and the omelette all came to our table.

First to be set out on the table was this trio: hot congee, a latte and sparkling wine, with a small pot of orange flowers on the table and the morning city beyond the window. Sit down, and take a sip of something hot first.

The sea bass and lobster congee is cooked in a lobster broth, topped with lobster meat and slices of sea bass and scattered with spring onion. The congee is a pale gold — you can tell at a glance that the stock was properly simmered.


The eggs Benedict is the menu's signature: a poached egg, an English muffin and smoked salmon, with a hollandaise lifted by passion fruit — a touch of fruity acidity. More smoked salmon is arranged on either side of the plate.



Inside the omelette are onion, mushrooms, sweet peppers, tomato, black pork ham and cheese; cut it open and the filling is generous, the egg still tender. Eating the three dishes in turn, the morning slows to an easy pace.
A Pharmacist's Order of Breakfast
The club breakfast does not offer a great many items, and I find that just right — you are less tempted to take a bit of everything and end up overfull. My way of eating it begins with the hot congee: sea bass and lobster are both protein, and congee cooked in stock warms the stomach first. Then the egg dishes — the egg, fish and ham in the Benedict and the omelette bring the protein close to enough. Bread and jam come last: just a small scoop of a flavour you like, for a taste. Jam and honey are both sugar; a thin layer carries plenty of flavour.
Juice looks refreshing, but it has less fibre than the whole fruit while all the sugar remains, and a glass of it is absorbed quickly — if you want some, keep it small; there is a whole bowl of fruit on the table to eat slowly. With yoghurt, I check the label first: the plain one here is sweetened. Knowing before you eat is enough. As for the morning sparkling wine, have a little food in your stomach first and drink one glass slowly; if you take regular medication, skip the alcohol, or ask your own doctor or pharmacist before deciding.

At the end of breakfast, I held up my glass and looked out of the window. The sound of traffic drifted up from below; the city had woken and begun its busy day. Up on the seventeenth floor, we finished our breakfast and raised this glass of sparkling wine to a beautiful beginning.
Practical Information
Restaurant: Club InterContinental (17F, InterContinental Taichung)
Breakfast hours: Continental breakfast daily 06:30–10:30; the à la carte breakfast selection is served at the same hours
What is served: A buffet counter (cold cuts, cheese, smoked salmon, breads and nine jams, steamed dim sum, Japanese small dishes, a hot-food cart, juices, yoghurt, milk and soy milk) plus four à la carte dishes (signature eggs Benedict, omelette, two-egg feast, sea bass and lobster congee); sparkling wine is served during breakfast hours
Access: Open to guests with Club InterContinental membership or lounge access; actual privileges depend on the room package and membership benefits. The lounge admits guests aged 16 and above (offerings are subject to the hotel's announcements)
Further Reading
The Seventeenth Floor, Where the City Grows Quiet
On the First Floor, a Breakfast Eaten Slowly
On the Twelfth Floor, a Night That Feels Like Home
On the Seventeenth Floor, Dinner Eaten Very Slowly
