This morning, I faced the enemy at a breakfast thrown by W Hotels at which Jack Yoss, chef de cuisine at the brand's Bali property, was in charge of the menu. At most breakfast events, I find myself facing down a continental spread that couldn't be less exciting: leaden scones, gooey buns, listless fruit salad. But for this party, Yoss went with a concept seemingly tailor-made for me: breakfast canapes. For the traditional breakfast-eaters, there were mini frittatas and single squares of waffle filled with peach compote. For me, there was an entry point into luxury breakfast heaven: bite-size banh mi, cups of truffle-spiked congee, and mugs of briny, creamy oyster bisque. And then I saw the deviled eggs, and I realized I'd found the answer.