No matter where we cruised, nothing got guests as excited as the brunch buffet. Ok, maybe the Mayan ruins or watching humpbacks rocket out of Alaskan waters. But those events didn’t come with a side of hash browns and the most perfectly runny eggs benedict this side of Denny’s.
Brunch was reserved on days when the ship required time at sea to get to our next destination. Along with lectures from our naturalists, we’d use gluttonous amounts of potatoes, eggs, fruit, waffles, and anything else we could possibly fit in the dining room to capture the guest’s attention. For a small adventure ship, this was the closest we ever got to behaving like the floating hotels.
The morning began with pre-brunch mimosas and smoked salmon in the upstairs lounge as the crew prepared the dining room for the carnage that would ensue. I’d keep the guests entertained in the lounge the best way I knew how — by rocking out.