Come on let me hold you darlin'
'Cause I'm the Duke of Earl
Well I nurse our bus carefully to Disney Village and while the females of the species head for the largest Disney store on the planet, I take some recovery time outside with a little forty winks dreaming of delights like ORAC to take my mind off my dizzy feeling. They appear 30 minutes later laden with the finest of goods manufactured in far off climes. The moll looks splendid in her Cinderella outfit.
I decide it's a do or die moment and proclaim we are going to Earl of Sandwich for the best hot sandwich in the world. We enter the coliseum and it looks a bit like Pimp up my Subway with similar themes but at another level. I opt for the original Earl that hits the mark from a recovery, taste and cost perspective. Tasty and cheap scran music to the jocks ear and sporran.
Only observation is that the process is almost automated and works like clockwork until the crucial delivery stage. Clearly some six sigma ninja was ishikawad out by time they reached end of process, resulting in a mad free for all. I managed to recover most of our meal and we enjoyed as we planned rest of day.
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