There isn’t much in it. Unless you set yourself up for extensive photographic forensic investigation the only way to make a decision would be to alternate between them for a week.
Which might work, but you’d be missing a number of equally worthy options.
But it’s what goes through the mouth that matters, and there comparisons are truly difficult. Madam was after a light breakfast and ended up with a croissant that verged on the gargantuan while my eggs benedict, which was about the right size after a week in a good paddock, was excellent. Madam might have commented on the size of the croissant, but there weren’t any leftovers being pushed my way.