I asked Sarah and Dave if either of them wanted to try Rock 'n Roller Coaster, and they both declined. I have still never tried that one. One of these days, I'll get on it.
We worked our way over to the 50's Prime Time Cafe for our dinner ADR. Julie and Scotty were also on their way after meeting some more Playhouse Disney characters. As they walked, they took a few pictures on the way. Here Scotty runs free through the deserted streets of New York.
My name is Scott. I am a survivor living in New York City. I am broadcasting on all AM frequencies. I will be at the South Street Seaport everyday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.
And here he did his pose on the Return of the Jedi speeder. I'm trying to come up with a way to describe the look on his face. The only phrase I can come up with is "intensely constipated".
Eventually, Julie and Scotty found us and we all piled inside:
It didn't take long before they were calling the kids in for dinner. Then we realized they meant all of us. Obviously, this was our first time eating here.
Sarah had heard about this place's reputation from us and was really looking forward to eating there. More specifically, she was looking foward to seeing Daddy get in trouble. I don't think she really cared about the food.
Our server (forgot her name, sorry) made us set the table and set us straight on the house rules: no hats at the table, no elbows on the table, eat your vegetables, and no whining. We all immediately removed our hats and were on our best behavior the rest of the night.
To Sarah's delight, I got busted for having my elbows on the table before I even got my order in. Despite our frugality, we went above and beyond the dining plan by getting beer-battered onion rings as an appetizer. This was a good call--warm, crispy, perfectly fried. Great way to start the meal. Julie tried the meatloaf (which she liked) and I ordered the fried chicken and mashed potatoes. The server graciously allowed me to substitute corn for the Southern collard greens, which I'm pretty sure is just a fancy term for seaweed. You might disagree, but take another look at its appearance and texture. Maybe I'm onto something here.
Julie got worried when she received her plate. Apparently some joker in the kitchen decided to empty an entire can of green beans on her plate. The meatloaf looked like a side dish. She worried she wasn't going to be able to eat them all and would get in trouble. I assured her she'd be fine (and secretly hoped she'd get in trouble).
The server busted me for elbows on the table again. Sarah giggled. Then Scotty got busted for putting his hat back on. He turned white, and quickly tossed it to the seat. Julie asked for clarification on the vegetable issue and the server said that instead of finishing all of the beans, she had to see "significant progress." How come we get busted for minor offenses and Julie gets off the hook? She was adrift in the sheltered harbor of the server's patience. Booo.
Anyway, my fried chicken was absolutely perfectly done. Crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside. Mashed potatoes and corn were great, too. This meal and the experience were a winner. The server checked both my plate and Julie's and declare that we'd nailed 'em both and were eligible for dessert. Here, Julie checks out the dessert menu:
I looked at it too, but apparently somebody switched the dessert menu with the top-secret plans for the 5th theme park at Disney World.
I could tell you what I saw, but it's off the record. On the QT. And strictly hush-hush.
We both got Dad's brownie sundae, which was two brownie pieces with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, caramel and chocolate sauces, M&M's, and caramel corn. Yes, caramel corn.
Our server seemed to get more energy as the night went on. A dad at the next table wouldn't eat his seaweed, so she had the whole room make airplane noises as she fed him. Another woman had to stand with her nose holding a sugar packet to the wall for some un-named offense. And when they asked the server to take their picture, she had them making bunny ears and goofy faces before turning around and taking pictures of their "cousins" sitting at all of the other tables. I tried whining about the bill and asking who ordered all the dumb vegetables, but didn't get in much trouble. She just said, "Geez Louise, quit whining!"
The 50's Prime Time Cafe gets two thumbs up from us. Loved the food, loved the experience. We'll be back.
As we left, Dave and I put our caps back on our heads. Scotty, bless his heart, didn't want to get in trouble again. So he carried his hat the whole way out the door until he was outside. Then he wore it proudly.
The park was closing down for the night, so we wandered back to the main entrance. I love the way the Old Hollywood streets are lit up at night with all of the neon. We also had a nice sunset/dusk light, so we took a few pictures. The combination of neon and sunset just caught our eye.
This was one of our favorites of the whole trip, thanks to Julie's lovely eye for composition:
And finally, here's a bonus night-time POR shot. It was almost perfect, except for being slightly blurry due to being hand-held.
Coming Up Next: The start of the Best. Day. Ever. We also attempt to save the world.