Day 3 – December 14, 2010 – Part Twenty-Two
So yesterday we (meaning the collective ‘we’ on this thread) took a tour of ToonTown and we wandered the alleys of New Orleans Square. Now it’s time to slowly say goodbye to Day 3 – the last solo day of my DLR holiday adventure.
If you recall, I was annoyed at the overzealous people who were climbing all over the Jack Skellington-Sally-Maleficent photo display (which had been there since HalloweenTime, apparently, from what I’ve seen in other people’s pictures) instead of waiting their turn and letting me get a proper shot (one without feet or arms or heads in the way). So I left NOS a little sooner than I might have otherwise, but it was okay because I felt I got a lot of photos and didn’t miss out on too much.
I had to figure out what to do next. This time I plopped down on a bench in Frontierland (my bench of choice had been in Tomorrowland the day before) and surveyed the surroundings while I re-hydrated and attempted to map out a game plan in my foggy mind. My leg was bothering me less than it had been the previous two days, but I still didn’t want to push it too much because the pain doesn’t ‘go away.’ It simply gets a little better, then gets worse, then gets better, then gets worse – and simply standing up or stepping a certain way can trigger it to get worse in an instant.
I was tired. I was hungry, but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go the counter service route or do a table service meal. I sort of wanted to head over to California Adventure and snap some shots of A Bug’s Land’s ornaments (remember, this was another CM party night in
Disneyland), but I felt like I would have to eat before I did that. I needed fortification and fuel if I was to go on any longer! I was already playing fast and loose with my blood sugar. I wasn’t eating protein first thing in the morning like I should be (which I always, always do when I have friends with me at DLR). And I should know better than that. Plus, based on what I’d seen the night before, there was a mass exodus from DL at 6 p.m. and all of those people packed into DCA. I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to be able to eat, get to DCA and snap the photos I wanted before the crowds descended again.
The other issue was that, on the previous evening (Monday) I’d waited too long to try to get a table service dinner and by the time I peeked in the PCH Grill window or into Storytellers, they were already full with the dinner crowds and I didn’t feel like waiting. Room service was a nice alternative – but it was a very costly one (can’t use the AP discount for room service orders) and the hamburger I had was dry and overcooked. (However, the Kilauea Molten Apple Pie made up for it!) I didn’t want to order room service again, if at all possible. I knew that on this night I would have to head over the restaurant of choice – preferably table service - and try to beat the dinner crowd.
My brain was too tired to form a cohesive plan, so I figured that if I just kept walking I would eventually stumble upon a restaurant that didn’t look too busy YET, and it would suddenly be clear to me that this was where I had to eat.
I stopped at this sort of lackluster holiday display in Frontierland. There were some workers there – they didn’t look like they were CM’s, however – who were dismantling a light strand and trying to figure out where to plug something or other in. They were trying to reposition some of the overturned plants as well.
Okay, I realize that this scene is supposed to have fake snow in it, but this cotton stuff looks a little TOO obviously fake. I think they could have done a better job with the fake snow!
Okay, I guess these cactus people (cacti people?) would be cuter if they had faces or something:
Time to say hello to the feathered friends again!
Hmmm…a pretty new bird on the block! Is this a crane? It’s not a duck. It’s not a seagull. It doesn’t quite look like any pelican I’ve seen, though its beak is long and clearly designed for grabbing fish in the water. I think it’s a crane! Is it? Any ornithologists out there who can confirm? LOL!!
Anyway, before I left Disneyland, I stumbled upon this absolutely lovely window display around a corner on Main Street. I don’t know how I overlooked it before when I was on my Window Display Quest the previous day!! The whole set-up of this display was just beautiful, with vibrant red colors and gold & red fans hanging off of the Christmas tree. The only problem was that I could not get a shot of it without the stupid reflection in the glass! And when I tried to just snap the photo by pressing the camera against the glass, which is always a good option, I only got a sliver of the tree in the frame because it was kind of at an angle, off to the side. I wanted to show the whole tree, but you get the idea.
I walked past Carnation Café. Too crowded. Too long of a wait. I considered Plaza Inn, but I really wanted table service. I didn’t feel like schlepping over to DCA to deal with Wine Country Trattoria, and I wasn’t going to hike back to Café Orleans.
So my options were the hotel restaurants again, or Downtown Disney. While I like both ESPN Zone and Rainforest Café, I didn’t feel like dealing with those restaurants at that point. I wanted something quieter. Naples Ristorante has always served me well, but for some reason I wasn’t in the mood for that either.
I wanted to eat somewhere where I could use my AP and get my 15% discount. I could either hotfoot it over to Steakhouse 55 in the DLH, go to Storytellers Café in the GCH or head back to my own hotel and see if the PCH Grill was any less crowded. (Napa Rose holds almost no interest for me, and as I explained earlier in this TR, doing a second character meal on this trip was going to be a bit too pricey and I’d rather only do a second one if I have a friend with me who wants to do it.) I was going to be hitting my restaurant of choice pre-dinner rush, so I would be seated almost right away, no doubt.
Whether I chose Steakhouse 55, Storytellers Café or PCH Grill, I still had to cut through the GCH to use the short cut. Might as well check the menu over at Storytellers first and see if anything jumped out at me, I thought.
The dinner menu doesn’t have a lot of choices on it. The buffet at Storytellers is too limited for me, and it doesn’t have enough dishes that appeal to me. I was so hungry and in need of sustenance, and nothing appealed to me! LOL!
But…I remembered that Shawn and I had eaten dinner at Storytellers on a cold December night in 2008, and we had the most delicious spaghetti and garlic bread. Of course, since that meal I have read others’ reports of eating there and getting food poisoning and having terrible service and all that. But the spaghetti was calling to me. I love spaghetti. It’s probably been my favorite food since I was a kid, but I don’t eat it very often at all because the carbs are not good for my blood sugar. Maybe twice a year I will make a big batch of it, if even that often. But I love it, and I remembered the Storytellers version to be particularly scrumptious, with fresh herbs and garlic, nice meat sauce…and an absolutely heavenly slice of garlic bread.
I needed a big ol’ plate of comfort food that I could just dive into. So spaghetti it was going to be, and Storytellers was destined to be the restaurant of my first-ever solo table service meal (and my only solo table service meal thus far).
I waited a few minutes to be seated. There was a group of us waiting to be let inside the restaurant – we got there just at the time the dinner hours began, I think.
I noticed the absolute lack of any Christmas decorations, which startled me since Storytellers is such a comfy, cozy, earthy, warm sort of dining establishment that seems like it would be the perfect host for holiday touches. But there was nothing. Not a single tree. Not a single wreath. Nothing. In the past they have had gingerbread displays somewhere near the front of the restaurant, and this time there was nothing.
I was ushered to my table and I looked around the room.
Light fixture alert!!! I love these lights, as they have bunnies, dolphins (or is that a whale? Clearly, I can’t recognize my sea mammals…), horses, ships and woodland hunter people on them!
My waiter was Brett. He had actually waited on me in the past, when I’d been to Storytellers Café with Shawn and Jackie, and I remembered he was friendly and on the ball. He is a great server – very attentive, very fast, but not too in-your-face. But I actually think I got slightly better service being alone than when I’ve eaten there with other people, to be honest.
I asked Brett about the lack of holiday décor in the restaurant. He said that two days prior (Sunday), there was a Haunted Mansion gingerbread house at the front of the restaurant when he arrived for his shift. And then when he came back later, it was gone! He wasn’t sure if someone had stolen it, knocked it off the display or if someone just removed it and put it away. But it was totally gone. The funny thing is, Brett told me to ask them at the front desk what happened to the HM gingerbread display, and when I finally did ask them the next day (Wednesday), they were clueless! No one seemed to have remembered seeing this display, but not all the employees work the same shifts so it’s possible the ones I asked were not on duty on Sunday when Brett was. So I am wondering if someone actually did steal it before anyone else got a chance to see it? The Storytellers Café Haunted Mansion holiday display vanished into thin air in the course of one evening – or less than one evening!
Someone brought out my bread basket (it was all very fresh, too), but it wasn’t Brett. I’m not a big bread eater. I will eat a sandwich with wheat bread, but I don’t eat too much white bread as a stand alone dish. (Again, the carbs…) However, I was hungry and I was about to be eating pasta, so what’s an extra carb or two at that point?:
All of a sudden I felt a THUNK on the back of my chair…which was followed by the anguished cries of a little girl. Apparently, as I sat there and minded my own business while waiting for my pasta, not moving or bothering a single person, this girl had walked smack into the back of my chair. And it hurt. And she started wailing. Again, I repeat – she walked into my chair, which was totally still. I didn’t back up into her.
The lady who rushed to the little girl’s aid appeared to be a grandmotherly type. She tried to comfort her and find out what was wrong. The little girl just pointed in my direction. The grandmotherly type glared at me. I asked if the child was okay or hurt as she bellowed and groaned in agony. The lady ignored me and shot me a dirty look. (Look, I did not back up into your granddaughter. I was minding my own business and she wasn’t looking where she was going. Don’t blame me because the chairs are hard! LOL!)
She shuffled the child off somewhere far away from my table, protectively covering her as they fled the scene as though they were escaping from a burning building. Because I’m so dangerous, sitting in my chair, eating bread, of course….because you never know what I might do. I might just start backing up into people at random so they bang into me. Heck, I MIGHT even take out my lethal scarf of death and start waving it around wildly. You’d better beware!! LOL!!
Finally, my plate of heaven arrived….
All I have to say is Yum-O. Comfort on a plate. The parmesan is fresh (not the stuff in the green canister). The herbs are potent. The pasta is not too soggy or too firm. The meat sauce has chunks of fresh carrots and tomatoes in it. The garlic bread is sheer bliss. Outrageous. Some garlic bread is too dry and doesn’t have enough garlic butter on it. Some garlic bread is saturated in garlic butter and is practically liquefied. This was perfection, with just the right amount of garlic and butter on it, as well as herbs. In fact, the garlic bread was so delicious – it was just as I remembered it from December 2008 – that Brett suggested I order another plate of it (2 pieces). Of course, he knew what he was talking about…so I took his advice!
I scarfed down this plate of starchy goodness and paid my bill. I thought I’d take a look at how busy the entrance of DCA looked and make my decision if I wanted to go in there or head back to the PPH. I opted against going into DCA.
Next up…..a stop in World of Disney and then Day 3 comes to its conclusion.