Brunch at the Breakers in Palm Beach: Where Bow-Tied Men Feast on Lobster and Omelets and Champagne Flows Like a River

At a buffet station set with assorted cereals and packaged yogurt, a distinguished-looking man dressed in a tailored suit and shoes that gleamed darker than black caviar stood dishing a bowl of oatmeal. Perhaps he had grown bored of lobster tail or gold-flecked tortes and simply desired a humble portion of porridge. I, however, had not and rose to fill my plate with another round of prime rib and stone crab claws. Clearly, the brunch crowd at the Breakers Resort — an extravagant hotel on the luxurious island of Palm Beach — hosts two classes of guests: those who dine here regularly and those of us who splurge once or twice in a lifetime.

When my boyfriend and I pulled off the main road onto the Breakers' long driveway, the breathtaking view came into sight, and we stopped talking midsentence. A massive cream-colored building that resembled a Roman palace, complete with flags waving from two turrets, rose from the oceanfront property. We passed three football-field lengths of manicured green hedges and flower-filled medians before arriving at the lobby entrance, where we were greeted by a bevy of doormen. Across the lot sat a gleaming pearl-white sports car that resembled an aerospace novelty. "What kind of Bentley is that?" my date asked with adolescent-boy excitement as he handed the valet the keys to our Ford Taurus.

While doing research to find worthy brunch spots for Mother's Day, I had heard about the 25-year-old brunch tradition at the Breakers Hotel. It was said to be a magical place with quarters fit for a king, a real maze made out of landscaped hedges à la Alice in Wonderland, and champagne that flowed more freely than a busted city water line. It arguably had the largest selection of superbly prepared food items within a 100-mile radius. No need to fall down a rabbit hole; it was right here in South Florida.

The other food was so great, we didn't even make it to the dessert table. Next time...
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The other food was so great, we didn't even make it to the dessert table. Next time...

Location Info


The Breakers Palm Beach

1 S. County Road
Palm Beach, FL 33480

Category: Hotels and Resorts

Region: Palm Beach


The Circle (at the Breakers Resort), 1 S. County Road, Palm Beach. Call 888-273-2537, or click here.

But it would cost us. In fact, the woman who took my reservation on the phone had warned us in advance:

"What are you celebrating?"

"We aren't celebrating anything."

"You do know the price is $90 per person?" she asked kindly.

With eggs costing about 15 cents apiece, some people might argue that it's absurd to pay 600 times that for brunch. But let's be clear: No matter which tax bracket Breakers guests fall into, they are not coming here for a made-to-order omelet but rather for the promise of a regal experience.

The Breakers has nine on-site restaurants to feed the guests in its 540 rooms. These include L'Escalier, its signature French eatery; the Flagler Steakhouse, located in the bath and tennis clubhouse; and the Seafood Bar, where a fish tank serves as the countertop. Getting to the Circle, where brunch is held, requires an inspiring stroll through the main lobby, past the Renaissance images painted on the vaulted ceilings, and down a hall that stretches the length of the hotel and opens to a sitting area decorated with vintage button-tufted sofas and high-reaching windows. It's easy to imagine debutantes clothed in tea dresses meandering the same Victorian halls when the hotel was constructed in 1896. Thanks to multimillion-dollar renovations, the space remains as splendid as the couture-clad guests who roam the grounds.

At the entrance to the restaurant, two poised hostesses greeted us like characters from a Disney movie. "Welcome to the Circle," they chirped. Since we were an hour early for our 2 p.m. reservation, one hostess escorted us to the Tapestry Bar for bloody marys and champagne — all complimentary with our meal. This was a second food-filled room! Our path snaked past stands of domestic caviar and blini and ice tubs that showcased stone crab claws, clams on the half-shell, and other seafood delights. As we waited for our drinks, only an arm's length separated us from the sushi station, where a chef sliced succulent-looking sashimi. We contemplated sneaking a bite before being seated, but composure was required in a place as imperial as this. Besides, we feared that the refined blond standing nearby, crowned with a large hat and floor-length dress, would report us for lack of decorum.

Forget all the striking impressions that had been made up to this point; entering the Circle's main dining room put them to shame. Windows lined the round room and opened to the sapphire ocean in the distance. The warmth of the sun hit our shoulders as it shone through the skylight. Thirty feet above, eight oval, hand-painted murals depicted Italian landscapes and gardens. The clatter of families at nearby tables was muted by the gentle hum of a harp. On our left, a couple blew out a 70th birthday candle from a slice of chocolate cake. To our right, a table of four men in bow ties dunked lobster tail into clarified butter.

After our trip back from the buffet tables, both of us supremely pleased as though we'd just won a competition, we showed each other our dishes; they were both heavy with meat. Using my sterling-silver knife and fork, I cut into a thick slice of marbled rib roast and added a dollop of creamy herbed mayonnaise against the savory crust. The freshly sliced prime rib was succulent, with swirls of marbled fat throughout the crimson meat. "I think I have the winning dish here," my date proudly asserted. He offered a taste of moist baby lamb chop lightly sweetened with plum flavors from reduced port wine and cooked strawberries.

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Is it possible that Dennis is satisfied with this review? That is so un-Dennis.