As you all know, I am a disgusting human being. Mostly because I have failed to keep you, my sweet readers, informed on the deliciousness that’s been going on in my mouth for the past (almost) month and a half. It’s been crazy times, let me tell you. I think I was burnt out from writing. The last time I posted was the end of June, right before my vacation and my co-op started. Since the only thing I did on vacation was freak out about the fact I had no sources for a story due the day after I came back, you can imagine the last thing I wanted to do to relax was write MORE. Well, enough about me. Let’s get back to deliciousness!
One thing I will say about my vacation (other than all I could think while there was OH MY GOD I’M GONNA DIE), is the quality of the food was hit or miss. I went to Disney World. Those of you who’ve been there can definitely back me up on this. Disney is one of those places where there are several amazingly delicious restaurants run by celebrity chefs and of course attended by some of the world’s most beloved characters. However, it’s also home to McDonaldses disguised as Dinosaur adventure restaurants, bad imitation French food and what is arguably the saddest attempt at beef teriyaki I’ve ever seen. Point is, you gotta know where to go, and once you know where to go, you’ve gotta figure out how you’re going to pay for quality food.
Luckily, my companions on this trip were none other than my wonderful (heee) family. My dad’s the kind of guy who would rather drop $100 for a cab than have to suck it up and deal with public transportation, so, as you may imagine, he has expensive taste. I definitely partially owe the fact I’m obsessed with good quality food to this dude, because he exposed me to fine dining at a very young age. Anyway, while on Mickey’s side of the tracks, we ate at several super fancy restaurants.
Ever heard of the Flying Fish Café? Probably not, but I bet you wish you had. It’s this great restaurant on Disney’s Boardwalk I can never get enough of. It’s probably because of the extremely positive experience I had the first time I ever went there. I don’t remember what the occasion was, but my mom and I were left alone to decide what to do for dinner that night, so, on a whim, we made reservations to sit at the bar for dinner about an hour before we actually showed up. I must have been 16. I just remember sitting down and being greeted by the bartender, a fifty-something New York transplant with short blonde hair arranged in a way that reminded me of the sun…but somehow, not obnoxiously so. Before even handing us a menu, she asked us what we were in the mood for. I mentioned I was a vegetarian (which, as you all know, has since changed), and the next thing I knew, the chef was standing right next to us, asking us how we felt about risotto and grilled veggies, and I’m thinking to myself, “um, I really don’t see why that’s even a question…” They were there for us every step of the way, right down to our after-dinner lattes. That was probably the most fun I as a teenage girl ever had with my mom, the angsty little fuck I was.
Anyway, even though my dad, brother and sister will never fully understand the awesomeness of the Flying Fish, they still like to go there every time we make the trip down to Disney. Risotto and veggies aside, the place has really great seafood. Whenever I’m at a seafood place with my family, I usually take the opportunity to order lobster, because a) it’s delicious and b) I can’t afford to eat it unless they’re paying for it, but this time, I went crazy and got the scallops. THE SCALLOPS.
They were really good. I remember still being full from lunch so I couldn’t finish them, but they were bomb. And let me tell you, they were BEAUTIFUL with a nice glass of white wine…that belonged to my mother. Sigh. Being underage sucks.
Also, there was a cheese plate, something I'll never object to.
Those little grape things were bomb.
Anyway, I’m getting really hungry just thinking about those scallops…smeared in butter, covered with grilled veggies, cooked to perfection….aaahhh I’m killing myself! And crème brulee for dessert! But we won’t talk about that now, I’ve already decided I’m going to dedicate a post solely to crème brulee.
Another Disney restaurant I became obsessed with on my trip is Blue Zoo, a fabulously trendy seafood (see the trend here?) spot created by none other than celebrity chef Todd English. Ever heard of him? Wow, ignorant. JK I hadn’t heard of him either. Never met him, but based on the look and feel of his restaurant, dude is a Grade-A badass. Everything, from the teriyaki melo I ordered as my entrée to the gold-crusted dessert we shared to my sister’s appetizer flatbread pizza, was high class. I’m sure it’s expensive (but I wouldn’t know, thanks Dad!) so if you’re in the area and looking to splurge, you should check it out.
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