Mrs. Mom is back. A while ago, I admitted that Mrs. Mom “beat” me at Buzz Lightyear. It was a great day for her. Maybe the #bestdayever. It was all part of Mrs. Mom’s Magical WDW Adventure. On our January trip, Mrs. Mom had a great time. Everything she did, it seemed, was just Magical.
My mouth is watering just looking at this picture – Photo by Wayne Wood
So now, it’s time for part deux of Mrs. Mom’s Magical Adventure.
This is about to get a little confusing. Mrs. Mom’s Magical Adventure Part Deux actually happened on arrival day, a couple of days before Part One. But hey, Dad’s big into time travel so who cares when it actually happened.
We arrived at the Orlando airport late in the afternoon, on our first day. (Hey dummy. When else would you arrive? On the second day? Come on Dad, clean it up.) OK, we arrived and went to the hotel (more on that one later.) We got our room, dumped everything off and quickly wanted to get on THE PLAN. It was getting late so we grabbed the bus to Disney Springs to get some dinner.
This trip we had pledged to do all Quick Service meals. THE PLAN had us eating dinner at either Earl of Sandwich or Wolfgang Puck Express. We were still discussing it when we arrived at Disney Springs. They aren’t really far apart, so we were still discussing when we got off the bus and headed toward them (they are almost right next to each other.)
I was really hungry so we went to the first one we came to, which is… drum roll please…
Wolfgang Puck Express.
We’d eaten dinner there a couple of years ago. I wasn’t blown away, but Mrs. Mom wanted to try it again.
So we did.
One of the things we do as we develop THE PLAN is to look at all the menus for everywhere we might want to eat. We talk about them on our nightly walks. It’s fun. What else is there to talk about?
So when we walk into a restaurant at Disney World, there’s not a lot of suspense about what we are going to order. We walked into Wolfgang Puck Express, and no we didn’t stop at the menu outside and look. We walked in, walked up to the counter and boldly went where no man has gone…
Oops. Sorry, better turn the TV off.
We walked into to Wolfgang Pucks, and we ordered. Mrs. Mom ordered the Ravioli and I ordered the Roasted Chicken. No hesitation. Just like you should. Go to the counter and order.
I guess they knew Dad were coming because they had saved us a seat right on the front row of the Chef’s Table. The prime seat in the house. Yep, Dad, the Big Disney Guru is here to check out Wolfgang Puck. Take good care of him. I could just hear the staff whispering to that each other. Mrs. Mom said I was making things up.
So we sat down at the Chef’s Table and waited and watched. I love sitting in a kitchen and watching what is happening. It’s a little hard at Wolfgang Puck Express because the counters are pretty high, but you can see and hear each dish as it comes out. It gives my fertile mind something to do while we wait.
It wasn’t long at all until our food was ready. Mine looked yummy. There is nothing more mouthwatering than a properly roasted chicken sitting on a plate with some mashed potatoes slathered with melting butter and some very green, green beans. The color contrast is just about perfect.
I’m not sure I can say the same thing about Mrs. Mom’s Ravioli. Mouthwatering is not the adjective I’d use for that salmon colored pile of goo. Let’s just say, if you eat with your eyes first, my gag reflex would have kicked in before the first bite. But that’s just me.
Mine looked and smelled great so we dove in. Mrs. Mom suddenly got strangely quiet. A funny look came over her face. What? I said. What’s going on?
Oh, my goodness! Mrs. Mom said. This is incredible. This may be THE BEST MEAL EVER!
That salmon colored pile of goo? You’ve got to be kidding!
You are wrong, wrong, wrong she said to me a bit too happily. Mrs. Mom was happy! She had reached a higher consciousness. All was right with the world.
Typically when she finds something good that I might eat (and I’m a ravioli fan) she offers me a bite, but not this time. In fact, I had to grab the plate and hold it down so she wouldn’t lick it clean. In public.
It was all I could do to keep her from going back up and ordering another plate. I had to promise her we’d come back so she could get more.
Mrs. Mom’s Magical Adventure got off to a great start. She was happy, so I was happy. It didn’t hurt that the roasted chicken, mashed potatoes slathered with butter and the green, green beans were pretty fabulous.
I did keep my promise to Mrs. Mom we came back and ate our last meal on the trip at Wolfgang Puck Express. It was just as yummy the second time.
One of these days, I’ll share part three, or as we say in air traffic control, part tree of Mrs. Mom’s Magical Adventure. She got to check off a Bucket List item. Pretty cool right?