Okay, okay, I'm back. I know, I abandoned you all and left you in a state of food depravity. I failed you all. *hangs head in shame*
Honestly, I couldn't figure out how to end this report. I debating making a YouTube video. Jeff thought I should record my own version of Wishes... er.. Dishes. The idea of sending you all cheese trays popped into my head (thank God my brother works for FedEx, right?)
In the end... my co-worker went and had a baby (geeze, some people!
) and left me to do her work and I got busy and actually forgot about this report. Yes, really. I forgot about it.
And then I came back to the Dis and remembered and felt
all guilty...
So right, last day otherwise known as THE MOST HORRIBLE DAY OF MY LIFE (until the next "last day" at Disney). We ate at The Plaza because Jeff is convinced that they have the best cheesesteaks of anywhere, ever. I'll admit they are very, very good, but Jeff also hasn't been to Philly.
The Plaza does do a good job with it, however. The meat doesn't taste dried out, its not overly greasy, the sub/hoagie roll is always nice and fresh. In hindsight, I should've gotten one for myself, because I found myself disappointed with my selection.
I got the Grilled Chicken Sandwich, which as ham and swiss on top. Sort of a deconstructed Chicken Cordon Bleu, I think to myself.. or not really. The chicken was a bit bland and bit a dry. The ham itself didn't really impart any flavor and the cheese wasn't melty enough. It might have just been the fact that I new I'd be on a plane back to icky sticky Cleveland soon that prevented me from enjoying my meal, however, since past Plaza experiences have told me that their food is super enjoyable.
So with immense blues we left MK to head back to OKW for our ME bus (got acronyms?). With tears streaming, Jeff attempted to calm my sadness with the one thing that satisfies a sad belly: the Mickey Premium Bar.
Describing this would be a waste of time, because the draw of the MPB is 30% taste and 70% the experience of being in Disney.
And with that, we boarded a bus to MCO, our palates awakened, our senses heightened, our belly's full, and our waistbands tight.
I will never forget any of it.
And because of it, I almost accosted the cheese guy at Whole Foods because he had some Serena in his case.