In a word: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
My best bud Alexandria and I hit up Disneyland about a week ago. We both have the annual passes. We're awesome. I have photos to prove it. Anyway, I considered offering a review of Disneyland, but oi! Why waste the time? In a word: Epic. Done. Our dinner afterwards merited some comments, however. Here's how that went down.
The three year-old set should eat often. They've got metabolisms of hummingbirds. Some days, Alexandria seems to eat a volume of food reserved for a giant. She is not a giant. She is 36 1/2" tall. She's still tiny. Keeping her fed is like trying to keep a bonfire lit with scrap paper. So when she gets hungry, she needs food...NOW. Enter Cafe Naples. Tired, but happy, from 7 hours of walking, chatting, and laughing at Disneyland, we decided to get dinner before my mom picked us up. We had about 45 minutes. Cafe Naples beckoned us with it's two-story high glass windows, warm lighting, exposed kitchen, and stroller parking. The place was packed with families, and despite the noise from the aforementioned families, our table felt quite intimate. Our server, Val, approached us immediately. I told him we were in a bit of a hurry, so we ordered our drinks and food at the same time. He left. I helped Alexandria with the games on her placemat for about 3 minutes. Val came back with our drinks. Our food was right behind him! I am serious. Alexandria's penne was piping hot, and my stuffed shells were cooked to perfection.
The food was likely prepared in advance, but this was definitely not processed food. My plate was a picture of flavorful sauce, melted cheese, and warm ricotta stuffing. I recommend. Alexandria's serving of penne was practically perfect for a hungry kid.
Having worked in restaurants for nearly a decade, I wonder sometimes when the food arrives too quickly. I've been trained to expect "made to order." But times have changed, and I'm moving along with them. A hungry kid sends me into a state of near-panic. Getting food trumps everything. Now, as a thirty-something, I don't complain if I taste a bit too much oregano or the sauce is a little too sweet. I want "good," and "great" is a perk. I care if my kid's food comes fast. I care if she gets her milk before her food. I care if activities are printed on the restaurant's paper placemat.
Naples is the perfect spot for a family that needs to eat fast, wants something delicious, and loathes the idea of McCrap in the car. That I got a 10 percent discount with my Disney Annual Pass merely sweetened the deal! I recommend Naples with all my Disney-love filled heart. We'll definitely go there again!
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