Greetings friends and neighbors and welcome back. When last I left you, I had spent the morning enjoying some of my favorite Future World attractions. (Yes I know Future World has decided to rename itself into some ridiculously convoluted amalgam of arbitrary monikers, but to me it is and shall always and forevermore be known as Future World.
Long live Disney MGM studios.
I have spoken.
Lest we delve off into the unending blackhole of semantics, let us get back on track.
At this point, it was around 11:40 in the morning. The Grand Breakfast from the Grand Floridian Café at the Grand Floridian Resort was no longer satiating my appetite in a Grand manner. In short, Bubba was hungry. My food plan for the day was simple. I had not made any reservations, I had no plans to visit a counter service restaurant, and I was spending the next 10 hours in this park. Thus everything I was going to eat for the day was going to come from a
Festival of the Arts food studio.
Like all good Disney fans I had done my homework before departure. I had a plan. It was a good plan. And I knew it well. I was going to stop at four different food studios for lunch, then spend a few hours wandering around World Showcase, then visit four more for dinner. The portion sizes are of course very small at these things, so I figured four of them ought to do the job as a meal replacement.
It actually wound up working quite nicely, but that is getting ahead of myself. My first stop was near the Mexico pavilion at a little booth called El Artista Hambriento.
The very first time I ever visited Festival of the Arts, my favorite dish of the entire day came from this very studio. Picture it, 2019, a tubby little Texan eats a plate of Seared Scallops in a Habanero Sauce. (Callo de Hacha en Salsa de Jengibre y Habanero to be specific.) It was an amazing dish. I absolutely loved it. It was, as I said, my favorite thing of the day.
If you are so inclined, you can view that video here (once you read the rest of this of course):
I was eager to return and try something new this year. Before I go any further I should probably layout my rules for this year’s FARTS touring. They are self-imposed, and completely capricious, however I held to them fervently and am glad I did. I decided that I was going to visit eight different places, try things I had never tried before, and try a variety of flavors. We now return to your regularly scheduled digestion. This year at El Artista Hambriento I decided to try the Carne Asada. It was described thusly: seared beef tenderloin, grilled queso fresco, refried beans, scallion, and ranchera salsa. This retailed for $9.50.
It was definitely small, and I think it was priced about a dollar or two over what it should have been. BUT, I will say it tasted very good and I did enjoy it.
With the first dish down it was time to head straight for number two. (Not THAT number 2, this isn't the Canadian Outpost for crying out loud.) Almost directly across the promenade from the first booth was the 2nd that I chose, The Craftsman's Courtyard. Here I went with: Cast Iron-seared Steelhead Trout with parsley salad, grape tomatoes, Kalamata olives, capers, and lemon aioli. $6.75.
And in that moment, I had derailed my entire plan. This was amazing! This was perfection. No other dish the entire day could possibly hope to compete against the goodness that was this thing. It was one of those booths where the food wasn’t just sitting under a warmer. I had to wait several minutes while it was being seared. And it was worth every single nano-second. I would fly to Orlando again just to eat this. It was that good.
I was now on a food high and sailing proud. Yet like a well forged boat anchor, the next dish I sampled would send me crashing back to the ground and prove that what goes up, must invariably come down. Unless of course it’s the Voyager probe. Then it returns centuries later and nearly destroys the planet, but that’s a Trek for another day.
My next stop was The Deconstructed Dish and it was here that I committed another fatal miscalculation. In the past I’ve stuck with dessert at this locale. But alas, this time I chose savory. My logic seemed sound in the lead up to the trip. It was most terribly flawed. You see one of the things that I love is French Onion soup. I don't order it much anymore because I wound up eating it at Chefs de France. Once I had it there, no other French onion soup ever quite compared. Yet here I was back in Epcot and surely the chefs in charge a Festival of the Arts would be able to recreate this wonderful and amazing culinary sensation wouldn’t they?
No.
No they would not.
When I arrived at the food studio, I ordered up the Deconstructed French Onion Soup. It is described as: Beef broth ravioli, Gruyère espuma, onion bread pudding, and onion textures. It sold for $6.50.
I don't even know how to describe this thing. All I know is that a few minutes into trying this dish, I felt violated. And a little sad. Not to mention confused. I don't know exactly what they were thinking when they came up with this one, but I'm pretty sure alcohol was involved. I don’t know that I would say the flavor was bad, it was just weird. It tasted different than I expected, the textures were all wrong, in short it just didn’t work for me.
My final stop in the morning happened, ironically enough, in the France pavilion. I needed something to cleanse my palate and fortunately my carefully prepared list of food selections was able to deliver. Though the line was alarmingly long, I queued up at Lart de la Cuisine Francaise. I ordered up a Crème de Brie en Petit Pain which is described as warm creamy brie in a house-made bread bowl. This sold for $8.50.
Yep. Cheese and Bread.
There is no greater comfort food. Warm, creamy, and delicious, it soaked up the sadness and eased the regret of not making a dining reservation. I wouldn’t rank this as a festival favorite to be sure. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t all that creative, over the top or overly flavorful. But it certainly filled a need and was great for what it was.
There was now a several hour break in the dining festivities while I meandered about the World Showcase and rode Remy. I will describe all of that at another time. For the purposes of today’s narrative, I shall now take you forward a few hours in time and continue on my culinary quest for the best of the best.
The Japan pavilion is the home of a next stop. There's a booth there called Goshiki. During the last festival I had one of my favorite dishes there. This time around I was eager to try the Chicken Kushiage. While the description is: Breaded and fried chicken with yum yum sauce and vegetable for $8.50, the actuality is the dish is Fried Chicken on a stick.
As a southern dwelling fat man, this spoke my language. Two things we love down this way are fried chicken, and food on a stick. You put those two things together and I’m a happy-happy man.
It was, in short, fantastic.
Quite tasty.
Most excellent.
Next up on the list was a new booth, Vibrante & Vivido Encanto Cocina. I had debated between two dishes here in the lead up to arriving, and was still a bit on the fence. Ultimately, I went with the House-made Chorizo and Potato Empanada with turmeric aïoli and annatto aioli for $6.50.
It wasn’t bad.
It didn’t blow my socks off.
But it wasn’t bad.
I was a little surprised because I expected to like it more than I did. Part of the issue was that it was a bit soggy. Granted it had been raining ALL day and I’m sure the humidity played into it. I also was expecting a bit more spice.
I wandered slowly through World Showcase and found my way to the America Pavilion. A light drizzle accompanied me most of the way and I found a mostly deserted queue in front of The Artist’s Table. Though it didn’t know it, (nor would it have cared), this Food Studio was entering a battle of redemption. Two Festivals ago I tried the Beef Wellington and LOVED it. The following year, I had the scallops and love was the last emotion on my mind.
Come back after you finish this installment and you can see this fiasco (along with the goodness) from that festival here:
This time I was back to try the updated recipe for the pan seared scallops. According to the description they are served with vanilla-butternut squash purée, brown butter cauliflower purée, and lime foam and retail for $7.00.
All I can say is, they redeemed their honor. (No Worf). It was a fantastic dish! The best one I had during the 2nd half of the day to be sure.
With high hopes for what was to come, I headed off to the final booth of the night. At the last festival I attended my absolute favorite dish came from The Pastoral Palate in the Germany Pavilion. (It was the braised beef short rib in case you are curious. See the last video posted above.) But because I had imposed a stupid rule of not repeating a dish, I did not eat this glorious creation. Instead I went with the Wild Boar. Specifically, the Wild Boar Cassoulet with duck confit, ham hock, and wild boar sausage for $9.00.
I had very high hopes for this. And like those who waited their entire life, to see their childhood hero Luke Skywalker brought back to life on the big screen, reality crushed those hopes, burned them, and doused them with putrid green milk. It was off. Just off in every way. The dish wasn’t very warm, the sausage was very dried out, the flavors just weren’t there, and the entire thing was just a miss.
So there you have it. 8 Dishes over the course of 9ish hours. How did the final ranking come down? Did the scallops trump the trout? Was the soup worse than the sausage? How does the Chicken on a Stick stack up?
Watch this and find out: