So begins a day that, in a holiday full of eating too much, is the day of eating too much. To kill time before the airport, we go for brunch at Little Ruby’s. For a place full of “bowls” and “avo on toast”, it’s amazing how little they are prepped for vegans - in the UK, that kind of place would be on it. We each have a pineapple mint juice (lovely, too small), and unencumbered by dietary requirements, I am quickly able to metaphorically jump on the breakfast sandwich - a slightly spicy sausage patty, topped with all manner of accoutrements: fontina cheese, scrambled eggs, pea leaves, a lemon aioli. All of this crammed in a potato bun (which the server “reckoned” was probably vegan before checking to find out it definitely was not). It was good! It’s a rich breakfast, I’ll give you that.