Having owned a wine shop has its advantage.
Speaking of consistency, we had to dine at AP when were at WDW recently. Overall, we were happy with the food and experience, though I'm saddened the buffalo filet now comes with a lobster tail, too, as part of some upscale surf and turf. While good, it lacks focus, thus lacks cohesiveness as a meal--it was if I was eating two different meals piled onto one plate. The portobello soup remained delicious, and the Cornish game hen my daughter had was scrumptious. The berry cobbler has actually improved over the last time I had it two years ago. While there were a few minor issues, in the larger picture, AP is still a very good go-to restaurant.
At this point, I must relate a funny story, and I hope it doesn't offend anyone who might find a particular server as their favorite. His name is Izzy, and he likes to call himself Dizzy Izzy. Again, if you love him, I apologize, and I understand how he can make people feel special since he tries so hard. The problem is he tries
too hard with us. We had him once about three years or so ago, and we loved him at first. However, as the meal dragged on, his constant chatting began to wear us down as we prefer each other's company and conversation. Fast forward to 10 days ago, and we had my DD14 with us who also loves AP. We made a joke that we hoped a certain CM wouldn't be our server if he was even still at the restaurant. My daughter asked why, and we just said he wasn't our favorite and left it at that.
We were seated by a nice gentleman named Dave who we figured would be our server which made us breathe a sigh of relief. After settling us in, he turned to us and said, "Your server will be right with you, and his name is Izzy." We burst out laughing, and my daughter asked, "What's so funny?" We told her he was the server in question. She inquired again why we didn't prefer him, and no sooner did those words come out of his mouth, when Izzy popped up at the table. If you don't know Izzy, he is full of energy and gushes. . .a lot. He is a non-stop bundle of nervous vim and vigor with scads of detailed information about the menu and wine list. Five minutes later, he stopped, said he'd go get water, then he'd return to check on what we wanted for drinks. We looked at my daughter, and her eyes were huge, and she slowly turned her face our direction as if incredulous with the firestorm that was Izzy. I asked, "You understand now?" and all she could do was laugh and nod affirmatively. I'm laughing as I type this note, in fact.
Honestly, Izzy isn't terrible, and we had a good meal both times. Yet, for our tastes, he's overly intrusive and quite inefficient. Both meals with him as our server have taken nearly two and a half hours. I suppose if we only get him once every three years or so, it'll be okay.