History often moves in sudden, shattering moments—but before those moments, life continues in its quiet rituals. On the morning of November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy sat down in his suite at the Hotel Texas in Fort Worth and had breakfast. There was nothing lavish or ceremonial about it. Just two soft-boiled eggs, bacon, buttered toast with orange marmalade, orange juice, and coffee. A meal as unassuming as it was final.
That’s the thing about last meals—they never know they’re the last. For JFK, it was a routine start to what was supposed to be another day of campaigning, handshakes, and speeches in Texas. But by 12:30 p.m., he would be gone—assassinated in Dallas while riding in an open motorcade. The simplicity of his breakfast lingers in our imagination because of what came next: the chaos, the mourning, the questions, the end of an era.
Jackie Kennedy, exhausted from travel and still recovering from a cold, had remained in the room. By the time JFK left the suite to speak at a Fort Worth Chamber of Commerce breakfast, the tray had been cleared. It was the last complete meal he would ever eat.
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👉The Last Breakfast of JFK: A Quiet Morning Before History Changed Forever – Eats History
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