One event held on five consecutive Fridays this year is the "Party for the Senses". World Showplace (the former Millennium Village) has a dozen stations serving food, some prepared by celebrity chefs, some by Disney's Culinary Finest. Perhaps twenty wineries have tables with two to ten varietals to sample. 1350 guests, (plus a couple hundred comps) and 1200 seats at tables scattered about fill the hall. Acrobats entertain what's left of your brain, and the affair lasts from 6:30 to 9pm.
I've attended a number of these over the years, and not once did I ever lack for sustenance. Often, I don't even manage to sample all that's on offer for lack of time and capacity. (And let's not even discuss the BAC I drive home with!)
Thus the smell that was noticed in the anteroom of the Showplace at 6:20 last Saturday, just minutes before opening, took a few moments to place. It was food ... but it wasn't. A careful study of those crowded around revealed the cause of this mystery. :holmes:
There she was, having paid $135 to indulge her unworthy palate at this party, standing in the antechamber with hundreds of fellow foodies, and she had brought her own.
Was it the last of her Lobster Roll from the American booth? No it was not.
Was it the refreshing Gazpacho from the Spanish booth? No it was not.
Was it some Curried Shrimp from the Indian booth? No it was not.
What was it? It was a big box of McDonald's french fries, which she had clearly purchased just moments before.
At least she was using the sweet & sour dipping sauce. Had she had the gall to squeeze a ketchup packet in that group she might just have been cut up for sushi.
