Thursday, October 13th (continued)
As most of you already know from past reports, we have
a lot of fun dining in the USA. It has been a real treat on our Orlando family vacations to be able to enjoy meals at all the American chains that most of our friends south of the border take for granted. We Canadians often see all the mouthwatering commercials on the US TV channels throughout the year, so it’s rare that you’ll see us partaking in a meal while in the States at a restaurant that’s available back home. It’s a novelty to be able to dine differently.
Of course, that’s poised to change now that we’re living in America. With a Chili’s, Olive Garden, Longhorn Steakhouse, Cheesecake Factory, and virtually every other major chain we love within a 10 mile radius of our new community (and some located as close as around the corner), I suspect that future trips will be approached much differently where meals and food are concerned

. But, I digress…..
Arriving at the Cheesecake Factory, we were not surprised to notice that there was a wait to be seated. This always seems to be a popular place at the Walden Galleria, but with nothing else on the evening’s agenda (other than an early bedtime to ensure we were well rested when the wake-up call came in the following morning for our crack-of-dawn flight), we didn’t mind hanging out until our pager went off. They told us to expect about 30 minutes before we were seated, but we were ushered in within half that time

. We took the opportunity to review the extensive menu posted on the outside of the restaurant while we waited. So. Many. Options.
We have learned from previous trips to forego any appetizers here: filling up on nibbles means we’ll be hard pressed to finish the massive-sized entrees, and completely eliminate any possibility of having enough stomach capacity left for one of their delectable desserts. So once we were seated, we placed our orders and enjoyed the complimentary basket of fresh breads that was brought to the table by our server while we waited for our entrees to arrive

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I must apologize for the lack of photos taken on this initial day……quite honestly, after so much time apart, we were much more inclined to just talk and get caught up and soak up each other’s company than to be snapping away with the camera

. We had been missing each other SO MUCH that we were completely absorbed with each other

. I promise, I did get back to my customary photo-craziness by the following day……so I’ll bombard you with pictures in future posts!
Our meals were really quite quick to be brought to the table, especially considering the dining area was at full capacity. Steve had chosen the meatloaf dinner, and it was ENORMOUS

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Note the state of the Pirate beard: he had been growing this for months especially for our two Mickey’s Not-So-Scary Halloween Parties, and man…..was it a gnarly, ratty looking spectacle. Perfect, he said, for a pirate

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As for the meatloaf, it was mouthwatering: as good as either his mother’s or my mom’s homemade recipes. We could, however, have ordered just one meatloaf meal and shared it between the two of us and had more than enough food. There was an absolutely massive slice of meatloaf, a pound or two of mashed potatoes, and enough corn to feed a small family.
While I had vowed that I would have something different than last time, my stomach was yearning for the delicious chicken parm sandwich that I enjoyed the last time we were here. I told myself that having a sandwich versus a meat-and-potatoes entrée would be beneficial in helping me save room for dessert. Of course, I was wrong

. It was HUGE.
Everything was fantastic: hot, fresh, flavourful and spiced just perfectly. With such large portion sizes, we were able to sample each other’s dishes without guilt and still left a ridiculous amounts on the plates for the server to clear away.
Much as we wanted to each enjoy a different dessert, there was no way we could both manage a separate slice of cake. In fact, neither of us were able to even bear the thought of sharing a slice there in the restaurant: once again, dessert would have to be taken to-go and enjoyed later that night in the hotel room once our entrees had partially digested.
We strolled around the Galleria for a while after dinner, hoping to help mitigate some of the post-dinner bloat. Eventually we headed back to the car and made the short drive back to the hotel. We had intended to enjoy a swim in the hotel pool, but our long and busy day of housework and travel had left us both unbelievably weary (and the fullness from dinner was just exacerbating that sensation). So, back at the Days hotel, Steve stowed the Journey in the long-term parking area and then we opted to enjoy our Cheesecake Factory take-way in bed:
(Linda’s Fudge Cake……a bazillion layers of chocolate cake between smooth layers of chocolate frosting

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It was lights-out by 10 pm, and we were asleep within minutes. With a 7 am flight, we’d be up before the crack of dawn, so the more hours of shut-eye we could squeeze in, the happier we’d be in the morning. Happily, we didn’t hear so much as a peep from other guests all night. No one was hosting an open-door party, no one was smoking marijuana, no one was singing karaoke

. It was dreamy.
In the morning, we were both excited to get this show on the road. After showers and readying our luggage for the flight, we headed downstairs to the lobby and grabbed quick breakfast from their complimentary buffet.
We must have been the only ones flying out so early, because there wasn’t another soul at breakfast

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After our meal, we beckoned the shuttle which whisked us off (again, all by ourselves) to the airport, where we breezed through a very empty security line and found comfy seats at our gate. Our plane departed on time and we arrived early at MCO. We took our time picking up our luggage and rental car…..we were in no rush, considering our only commitment wasn’t scheduled until later that evening….and leisurely made our way out into the sunshine. After becoming adjusted to the chilly autumn weather in Canada, it was nice to return to summer-like temperatures

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We opted to drive around a bit and sight-see to kill time before lunch. At 11 o’clock, we headed for a quick, healthy meal at Sweet Tomatoes since we were both rather hungry. It had been quite a long time since our early-morning hotel breakfast, and I hadn’t eaten much at that time anyway: my tummy had been suffering from pre-flight excitement

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Sweet Tomatoes NEVER disappoints

. It’s so nice to be able to enjoy a convenient, healthy, tasty, affordable, all-you-care-to-enjoy meal right inside the tourist area. We were early enough to beat the morning rush but timed perfectly to partake in the freshly-cooked entrée items as the cooks brought them out.
Because I had dined so lightly at breakfast, and eaten so healthily for lunch, I felt no guilt in indulging in this for dessert:
Calories don’t count on vacation anyway, right?
As we savoured our sundaes and freshly-baked muffins from the bakery station, we plotted our next move. Should we try checking in at Wyndham Cypress Palms, knowing that check-in wasn’t officially until 4 pm and we could potentially have hours left to wait? Should we go shopping? Stop and enjoy SeaWorld for a while with our annual passes? We both decided to head to Cypress Palms and try out luck: if nothing else, we’d satisfy our morbid curiosity as to what the resort will be like in person. Having booked via Skyauction and never having visited the resort before, we were eager to know if it was a good pick or a mistake we’d never make again. Here was hoping it was the former and not the latter, or I’d be fired as trip planner.
Next stop: Kissimmee!
Ah.....I'm so glad all the boring pre-Orlando stuff is over. I promise, it gets much better from here 
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