JustCor
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2015
I watched the lady come into the Italian restaurant and sit directly under the A/C vent. She had an obvious chip on her shoulder, and I could see from the scowl on her face that she had an agenda. As if on cue, she motioned the server from our section (Madison, like the city) over to her table to give her a hard time because the restaurant was too cold. Perhaps the temperature was the reason for her icy stare, but I'd wager it was a look that wouldn't thaw regardless of the number on the thermostat. Later, her garlic knots didn't have enough garlic. Later still, the meatballs in her pasta were too small. I empathized with Madison about the situation she was in, and as I pooled together my empathy, I was struck with the wish that the pasta dish that I was eating was being served to me at Trattoria al Forno or Via Napoli. Right now it's a distant vacation that's 169 days away, give or take a handful of hours.
This trip has been in a state of planning for about a month now, and will be the third year in a row that I head to Disney World during (or near) Labor Day to take advantage of ridiculously good rates on a Deluxe Disney resort. I'd like to call it tradition, but three seems more like a streak than a forgone conclusion. It would be easy to jump straight to the Grand Floridian and few would question that decision, and after last years wonderful stay in a terrific room facing the Castle, even I wonder why I didn't just go for a sure thing, but that seems like cutting out some of the adventure. Instead, there's a small world away from the Monorail resorts that's a stone's throw from Epcot and a small hike to Hollywood Studios that now has my name on it. It's an unexplored land that I'll call home for a bit.
These adventures of mine tend to lean heavily on the eating, with some attractions thrown into the mix. They also tend to be solo affairs, though it's sometimes difficult to see how that could be a bad thing. The list of where I'd like to eat continues to grow and I've got a post-it note or three with restaurant names jotted down but unlike other trips, I've got some time to work with. The temptation to sit online and wait for my ADR window to open was growing within me, but in the end it lost out to good old fashioned sleeping. Determination tends to fade in the face of a warm bed and freshly washed sheets and pillowcases, doubly so when the temperatures drop.
My angry lady raised quite the stink and made poor Madison run half a marathon righting all of the wrongs the world had previously bestowed upon her prior to walking into the restaurant door, and I hope that there was a fair shake of pixie dust to straighten out her mood or to pour upon the server. I'll wash away the dinner unpleasantness with some diligent planning. There are nothing but blue skies and kingdoms of magic ahead.
- Corey -
Yacht Club, September 4 - 8
This trip has been in a state of planning for about a month now, and will be the third year in a row that I head to Disney World during (or near) Labor Day to take advantage of ridiculously good rates on a Deluxe Disney resort. I'd like to call it tradition, but three seems more like a streak than a forgone conclusion. It would be easy to jump straight to the Grand Floridian and few would question that decision, and after last years wonderful stay in a terrific room facing the Castle, even I wonder why I didn't just go for a sure thing, but that seems like cutting out some of the adventure. Instead, there's a small world away from the Monorail resorts that's a stone's throw from Epcot and a small hike to Hollywood Studios that now has my name on it. It's an unexplored land that I'll call home for a bit.
These adventures of mine tend to lean heavily on the eating, with some attractions thrown into the mix. They also tend to be solo affairs, though it's sometimes difficult to see how that could be a bad thing. The list of where I'd like to eat continues to grow and I've got a post-it note or three with restaurant names jotted down but unlike other trips, I've got some time to work with. The temptation to sit online and wait for my ADR window to open was growing within me, but in the end it lost out to good old fashioned sleeping. Determination tends to fade in the face of a warm bed and freshly washed sheets and pillowcases, doubly so when the temperatures drop.
My angry lady raised quite the stink and made poor Madison run half a marathon righting all of the wrongs the world had previously bestowed upon her prior to walking into the restaurant door, and I hope that there was a fair shake of pixie dust to straighten out her mood or to pour upon the server. I'll wash away the dinner unpleasantness with some diligent planning. There are nothing but blue skies and kingdoms of magic ahead.
- Corey -
Yacht Club, September 4 - 8