We all met for breakfast at Steakhouse 55 in the Disneyland Hotel this morning. We were both starving because we hadn’t eaten in 24 hours – there was so much food at Club 33, neither of us were in the mood for anything else and couldn’t bring myself to even have a snack by midnight. This was the last meal we were able to enjoy with everyone, including Ashly’s mom and step-dad, Linda and Chuck.
Though I have no proof at the moment, I’m presuming that the reference to the number 55 in the name is an allusion to the grand opening of the Disneyland park on July 17th, 1955? All I remember from the biographies and news articles I’ve read over the years is that the day was a complete disaster. Walt Disney opened the park at 2:30 p.m., and instead of the 20,000 guests expected, 35,000 showed up after it was discovered a counterfeiter had been printing fake tickets and selling them for $1. There were only 20 rides and several of them broke down, the ferryboat sank after too many people got onboard, there was a gas leak in Fantasyland, the plumbers were on strike so the water fountains didn’t work, it was more than 100 degrees and high heels would break off in the asphalt. It was a customer service and public relations nightmare. I think they also ran out of Coca-Cola.
But look how it turned out in the end. Just like the lesson of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, sometimes you have to know when to push through and improve, even if you get beat up along the way.
Overall? The food was good. The woman who brought the food to the table was rude and unprofessional, but other than, it was definitely well-made.
We’re heading off to the Magic Kingdom. Aaron and I didn’t get Fast Passes to the new cars ride, so Chuck and Linda gave us theirs, which we both appreciated. It’s supposed to be awesome. Everyone is talking about it; we’ll get to see tonight!