When I was thirteen or so, my mom brought me and my friend Patty to Disney World, which ended up being a pretty big shit show. Patty is one of the silliest people I know, her love of fart jokes has no bounds, and she was up for any stupid idea my mom and I have. (She knows the rules.)
One morning we dined in Chef Mickey’s, and have you been there? It’s a huge open buffet nestled inside the Contemporary (you can hear the monorail whizzing by from above) where Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, and Chip get dressed in chef hats and pose with kids while everyone scarfs down watery scrambled eggs. I do not like this kind of restaurant. But sometimes I’ll do anything for good ambiance.