I have always trusted Radisson as a place I can call home abroad. However, this time was unusual because of the dining experience. The breakfast was awful. The oranges were old and rotten. I cut an orange and squeezed the juice, and a pasty substance appeared. In addition, the boiled egg had a layer of something dark brown, as if it had been boiled with something else. When I asked for some fruit, a lady with a lovely disposition brought me a very brown banana. I think that day, the Radisson Blu in Liverpool had some issues with the breakfast service.