A sad hotel breakfast. Hilton was one of those names that you always used to associate with high quality hotels. The Glasgow one has lovely views of the M8 (you could drop a packet of UHT milk onto it from my bedroom window) and pretty tired rooms. If you’re arriving on foot (from the very convenient airport bus), it’s a pretty unpleasant experience.
The main reception area is quite impressive, but as soon as you step out of the lifts on the higher floors, the age begins to show. The breakfast area also feels more modern, but the sad mass catering stuff that is left out in heated dishes soon dispels that feeling. And the coffee is utterly terrible, burnt beyond recognition.
Overdone beans, hash browns that have been hanging around for too long, sad eggs, anaemic bacon. The sausages were reasonable at best. Fodder for a day of work, no more. If you have the choice, stay elsewhere. There was equally unimpressive catering at lunchtime for the meeting that I was at.