Way back in the Honeymoon phase Mike did extensive research on what the happy couple would be doing in Disney World and in his reading he came across a little dive restaurant called Victoria and Alberts. There was the regular V&A experience which merely required calling a mere three months ahead of time to get a reservation, or there was the insanely expensive Chefs Table which could best be reserved by having signed letters of recommendations from the President, the Pope, and two of the top five Primordial Forces of the Universe. Without those one would have to do what Mike did, get your patootie up at 3:53 in the damn morning and push a zillion buttons to try and be the first caller of the day so that one could get the 1 (one) spot they had for that day.
The first day Mike tried this he didnt get it.
The second day Mike tried to do this he still didnt get it, although he got better at the button pushing.
Third day, ditto.
Fourth day, same.
Fifth day, same and he was getting really cranky at having to wake up so early. That night he said to Suzy that he wasnt sure if he should continue trying or not, and maybe they could do something else. Suzy said that if Mike didnt at least continue to _try_ hed regret it. Maybe not that day, and maybe not the next, but come the vacation hed wish he had tried one more day to get the reservation.
So Mike got his *** up one more time, and he got the reservation! Ah victory . . . thy name is reservation!
Now, Mike had long since ditched MickeyDs as a choice of sustenance, and has been slowly developing a more complex and refined (I.E. expensive) pallet over the last two or three years, but he had never gone to a meal as extravagant as Victoria and Alberts Chefs Table with Wine paring..
As soon as you walk through the entrance to Victoria and Alberts, you know you are in a classy joint. Another way you know that you are in a classy joint is that if you refer to it as a classy joint while there, then people will look at you as if you were something they scrapped off of their shoe;
The main chef was not in that day, so Mike and Suzy were shown around by the assistant chef. He was a nice guy and did a great job at explaining all the dishes and making the dining experience even more special;
First up was the bread and butter of the meal, literally;
The bread had the perfect mix of crunchy outer layer and soft inside while the butter was so rich and creamy that you wanted to go out personally thank the cow that produced it;
The first course was a selection of Amuse Bouche, Smoked Duck Under the Glass, Celery Breleee and Parsley Root, Deviled Quail Egg with Tsar Nicolai Caviar, with a wine paring of Heisieck Monopole Blue Top Brut Champagne NV;
Looking back on that dish the memory of how it tasted can best be brought forth by chanting nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom!
It was also pretty interesting to what the cooks making all the meals for ourselves and the other patrons. No on seemed to have any talented rats underneath their hats though;