Invisible In the Magic Kingdom, part V

If the development of Downtown Disney dismays me, at least it does not baffle me. If I were from Podunk, Disneyworld might be my only chance to experience a Wolfgang Puck meal, or the House of Blues, or Planet Hollywood. But I’m fortunate enough to live near major cities, and goddammit, I did not haul my ass through the snow to Florida just to eat smoked duck & goat-cheese pizza.

And I despise the recent, swift shift of focus on Walt Disney World from a place to do stuff to a place to buy stuff. What was a Magic Kingdom becomes instead Magnifico, City of Malls.