You decide to stay at a hotel because they had this on the sign. The breakfast only had a smiggin of eggs.
That is my continental story.
A cheap “breakfast” that CEOs and managers get their employees, paid for with their corporate credit card, and with a copy of the receipt to give to the company so that they can get reimbursed, because god forbid you spend 1/100,000th of your yearly salary on your staff to show that you actually give a rats ass about them. Typically purchased from whichever donut shop is the cheapest (and on their way to work so they don’t need to use an extra $0.90 of gas), this meal is comprised of donuts and/or muffins, fruits, toast, and coffee.
CEO: On Monday we will feature a continental breakfast for the first time in two years to show you all how much we appreciate your hard work that you prioritize over spending time with your family so that you can still afford to pay rent.
Attempting to potray a false european appearance.
Sticking a bistro set outside a pub in the ghetto of England is very pseudo continental!
The Penny Black in Sheffield displays pseudo continentalism!