I spent a lot of time in England when I was a young woman in love with abloke from Portsmouth and never did I have beans on a breakfast plate anywhere. Just those greasy eggs, fried bread (greasier--not buttery) and those nasty broiled squishy tomahtoes and the shrooms (I never understood how anyone could make a mushroom into dark things that looked like turds). I must say the yolks were the loveliest color of yellow-orange I'd ever seen and once you wiped all the fat off them, they tasted YUMMY. Oh, yeah, don't get me started about the sausages--what WERE they thinking when they extruded some of those meats into casings? Blood sausage--that's another one. Oh dear...