Dinner at Victoria & Albert’s

This post is not a dining review. It’s a love letter.

To celebrate our upcoming fifth anniversary, Brandon and I went to dinner at Victoria & Albert’s in Walt Disney World. Victoria & Albert’s, located inside Disney’s Grand Floridian Resort, is the only Five Diamond restaurant in Central Florida and one of only three in the entire state. But if you’re here, you’re likely one of my Disney friends and you already knew that.

Personally, Victoria & Albert’s is where my husband and I ate dinner the day after we got married– our first dinner alone as a married couple.

 

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It was the most decadent meal we’d ever had, by miles, and still is. (As a side note, if you’re a Disney cruiser, my husband and I both think Remy, onboard the Disney Dream and Disney Fantasy, is comparable to Victoria & Albert’s, although not quite as formal or extensive, but at a lower price. Not surprising, since Scott Hunnel created part of the Remy menu.)

On to the anniversary dinner.

After a great day at Epcot, we stopped eating several hours before our early reservation– we learned the first time around just how incredibly full you get at a Victoria & Albert’s dinner. We cleaned up after walking miles in the mild Orlando September weather, dropped the toddler with his grammies, and headed to the Grand Floridian.

*Small note: If you read my original Victoria & Albert’s report, you got to see photos that Brandon took on his real camera. We forgot it in our room this time, so these photos were taken on our phones. Hopefully you won’t mind.

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Look, a blurry photo of me in the lobby! It’s art! I also desperately want you to know that this favorite dress of mine is very draping and flowy, and that is neither the size nor shape of my upper arm.

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The band was playing in the lobby, and I would have loved to stop for a drink in Mizner’s, but I never arrive that early for anything. We made our way up to Victoria & Albert’s, and the nostalgia of being a newlywed on honeymoon hit me as soon as we stepped through the door.

After congratulating us, the maitre d’ led us to our table. It was directly across the room from where we sat the first time. I love the little tables nestled by the wall; they feel a bit more secluded and intimate for a romantic meal. There was a small half-wall to one side, and a set of double doors to our other (we don’t know where they led to, and obviously they weren’t being used, I would love to hear if anyone knows what’s on the other side– separate entrance to Queen Victoria?).

We’ve eaten in the main dining room both times. Although I wouldn’t turn it down, I can’t imagine eating everything that’s served in the Queen Victoria room– it already feels like so much you can’t possibly finish. And I’m sure it’s fun in it’s own way, but my husband and I aren’t interested in dining at the chef’s table. Our dinners alone now are rare, and I would prefer not to share them with an entire kitchen staff.

Now for the good stuff…

Our servers all came by to introduce themselves, explain the menu a bit, and take our first drink order. We settled in with some cocktails

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Scotch for Brandon and a dirty martini for me. They brought me a little plate of skewered olives, which you can see there in the back, because they didn’t know if I would prefer regular olives or cheese-stuffed (cheese-stuffed, obviously, I’m not a monster).

I absolutely adore the styling of everything in Victoria & Albert’s. The room is dimly-lit and comforting. Fresh flowers top most of the surfaces. Crystal and china decorate the tables. It truly feels like stepping into a mindset where dining is always a celebration.

The table to one side of us was a wedding party, complete with tuxes and a white gown and veil. Later, a couple celebrating their 10th anniversary sat on the other side of us. Poetic, no?

After only a little indecisiveness, we made our selections and were told by our server that we picked many of the best things. I sort of wonder if they say this regardless of what you order, but it certainly makes you feel good, doesn’t it?

Brandon and I both went with the traditional prix fixe 7 course menu with wine pairings. In all honesty, I think the price of the wine pairings at Victoria and Albert’s is very reasonable when you consider the general price of everything at the restaurant. I did think the pours this time around were a little smaller than during our first visit, but you get six glasses of wine (one for every course except dessert), so it’s more than plenty.

First up was the amuse-bouche, the only course I can’t really describe to you because I don’t remember what it was (exactly like last time). And this isn’t because I waited too long to write the report; as soon as the server walked away, Brandon and I both had forgotten what he said it was. So this is the official Tasty Mystery Course

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It looks like a tiny poached egg, but it was some kind of savory cream/foam. It was delicious, whatever it was, and a cute start to the meal.

Next up, our caviar arrived

 

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Caviar is not one of the regular courses of the prix fixe menu, but is offered as an add-on. Caviar is pretty much my favorite food, and not something I get to have often since my last name isn’t Kennedy or Vandersnot. Sometimes in college, I would buy caviar from the grocery store, which is proof that we all make stupid mistakes in our youth. Grocery store caviar is basically garbage juice and you should never buy it.

On our honeymoon, a relative arranged for caviar and a bottle of Dom Perignon to be served as a surprise. It was an amazing experience that I’ve never forgotten. We passed on the Dom this time, but were served a glass of Voirin-Jumel as one of our wine pairings. I think the first glass of the pairings is usually, or perhaps always, a sparkling wine in case you do order the caviar.

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Let’s admire this again.

This is Galilee Osetra caviar, and is served with the traditional garnishes of creme fraiche (which had a subtle, very yummy flavor of chive), hard-boiled egg, caper berries, and housemade blinis. That’s a pearl spoon in the middle, since most materials would spoil the flavor of caviar.

What more can you really say about caviar? It’s perfect, and if you have the opportunity to have good caviar, you should. This is hands down my favorite course.

Next up, it was time for cold appetizers

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Brandon had Rohan Duck with Soba Noodles.

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And I had Octopus “A La Plancha” with heirloom tomato gazpacho.

I am a sucker for any kind of cold soup, and I don’t eat duck ever (I kept them as pets when I was a kid, so for me it’s like seeing dog on a menu), so this was a non-choice for me. Mine had little slices of hearts of palm, which were such a great, crunchy friend for the gazpacho. I didn’t try Brandon’s for the above reason, but it seemed interesting with the Asian flair– soba noodles, a wasabi-infused sauce, and those baby sauteed mushrooms. Brandon doesn’t eat mushrooms, so those were all for me.

Around this time we were delivered our first bread course as well. I don’t have pictures of it (I didn’t the last time either), because Victoria & Albert’s is so wonderful that occasionally I got sucked into the experience and forgot to document. I am pretty sure that I remember there being more bread courses last time; this time there were only three. However, with only three offerings (and their paired butter, naturally), this time I felt that I could sample the bread and not waste much valuable stomach space.

If you’re going to Victoria and Albert’s for the first time, take this advice: Do not eat all the bread. It is for fun only. The only bread course that I remember vividly was a rye sourdough, not something that I would typically be interested in, that our server said was inspired by a bread the pastry chef used to eat growing up in Austria. It was fantastic.

Next came the seafood appetizers

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Brandon had the Wild Turbot with Toasted Capers and Preserved Lemon.

This was one of few repeats from our honeymoon dinner. Brandon had it the last time, and was excited to see it on the menu again. Have you had chicken picatta? You know that mouth-watering lemon/butter/caper combination? This is like that, but 1000x better, and on one of the best pieces of fish you’ve ever tasted.

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I had Pumpernickel Crusted King Salmon with Lemongrass Sabayon.

This was a little bit of a gamble for me, as I wasn’t sure that pumpernickel crusted anything sounded that great. But the third option was very similar to what I had on our honeymoon, and the only course I repeated was the main entree. I knew Brandon’s choice was good, but we usually only order the same thing if we don’t like the other options, or can’t bear to share.

Anyway, the salmon turned out to be surprisingly delightful. The pumpernickel was seared into the fish and acted like a crispy skin. The sabayon had dustings of fish skin in it (which maybe doesn’t sound that appetizing, but was basically like just eating the fried batter off of fried chicken). The sabayon was salty, lemony, egg yolk heaven– I believe that’s the technical term as well. Plus, most any rare fish gets a thumbs up from me.

After the seafood appetizer came the hot appetizer. I don’t have pictures of it, but I do remember it was the only thing we didn’t finish. It was chicken. I love Victoria and Albert’s and maintain that it is perfect, but I can only get so excited for chicken. The other option was loin of rabbit, which falls into what I call Apocalypse Food.

Another difference from our first trip that I noticed around this time in the evening: Silverware service has been changed, on the conservative side. During our honeymoon, I remember vividly that they brought you entirely new silverware between courses, whereas this visit, you began with most of the flatware they expected you to use and only the applicable piece was removed after a course. It makes no difference to me, and I’m sure it’s easier for all the staff involved, just something I noticed.

Then the belle of the ball arrived

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We both ordered the Miyazaki Japanese Beef without a moment’s hesitation.

We had a wagyu steak as the entree on our honeymoon, both because our beloved server Sharon said it was the best and because we had heard of wagyu and wanted to try it. We’ve spent the past five years drooling over our memory of it and couldn’t wait to have more. Apparently, the term “wagyu” has become trendy and used for cuts of steak that the original term didn’t describe. Ergo, real wagyu is no longer called wagyu to distinguish it from fake wagyu. At least that’s what I was told. I don’t follow beef industry feuds. Beef industry beefs.

Whatever name applies, it’s the tastiest thing on this planet. This steak is so velvety, so soft but with that little crisp on the crust. The absolute perfect level of salty, savory goodness. No other steak compares to this stuff.

It was served with a jus that was very nice, but both Brandon and I prefer the steak as is. I love the teensy roasted vegetables, and the short-rib garnish and potatoes were quite good as well.

Thankfully, this time around I was not as overly-stuffed by the time the entree arrived, and I was able to enjoy myself even more. Having a bite of that divine steak, sipping a little wine, and listening to the harpist in the corner is my idea of a perfect evening. The harpist even did a Phantom of the Opera medley, I suppose because she knew I was coming.

After a little extra time to savor our entrees, our server came by with the cheese cart and explained the offerings while she made a plate for each of us. I should have taken a picture, but I was busy plastering my eager face to the glass of the cart.

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Do I remember what any of them are? No. Other than cheese. Amazing cheese. Sorry the picture is a bit blurry. I took it while simultaneously throwing my phone out of the way so I could get to the cheese.

The other option for this course was a Dragon Fruit Lychee Sorbet, something I highly suspect they don’t make and is only a ruse to see if they should escort you out immediately when you place your stupid order for the stupid sorbet like an idiot.

At this time, we asked for some coffee, because it was such a fascinating thing to watch the last time.

This is how the coffee is served at Victoria & Albert’s

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They place it on your table, light the candle underneath, and a few minutes later, Disney magic or an invisible genie or “science” has made your coffee.

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Which was ready just in time for our desserts

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Brandon ordered the Caramelized Banana Gateau, which is what I had on our honeymoon.

Isn’t it beautiful? It is so luscious that I almost ordered it again, but decided to try something new.

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I had the Grand Marnier Souffle, which was equally fabulous. Cakey, warm, with that great gooey center. Plus, Grand Marnier.

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Dessert and coffee? Yes, please. I love ordering an after-dinner coffee on vacation, and perhaps because I almost only do it on vacation, it triggers the languid luxury spot in my brain. We mixed a little Grand Marnier into our coffee, for synergy and all that.

By now, I was feeling quite stuffed. Victoria & Albert’s is expensive, no doubt, but they bring you heaps of food.

Including these little treats at the end

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Our server brought a lovely box with several morsels to choose from. I’m sure you can spot the chocolate-covered cherry. One of the dark chocolates had rum in it, and I don’t remember the others. We finished the last of our coffees, and sadly, it was time to go.

We got one more picture by the large flower arrangement

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I miss it terribly. Thanks for a dream evening, V&A. See you in another five years, I hope.

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Baby Letter #8– October

It’s time for my final baby letter. If you’re new to my blog, my husband and I are expecting our first child in just over two weeks. Each month since I found out I was pregnant, I have written a letter to my baby, both for our bonding now, but also for my son/daughter to have as a memento. You can read through the other letters below. But this one is my favorite.

 

Baby Letter– October

Hello Nemo,

Well my tiny darling, we made it. There were many times this year that I thought today would never come, but it has. This is my last letter to you. It’s time for you to come out now.

It’s a strange feeling for me. On the one hand, I see myself in the mirror, and I think that my body can’t possibly expand any more. My stomach is comically large. It looks ridiculously out of place contrasted to the rest of me. I can feel your weight independent from my own. The pressure that you create at the bottom of my abdomen sometimes feels unbearable. Honestly, Dad and I are still worried that you’re going to come a bit earlier than anyone expects. Especially these last few days. You get a wild hair every once in a while. Continue reading

A Peter Pan Nursery

For the past two months, we’ve been hard at work on our little Nemo’s nursery. I’ve known for years that I wanted our first baby’s nursery to have a Peter Pan theme. It is one of my favorite Disney films and, I think, especially suited to a child’s imagination. Brandon came up with some preliminary designs, and we got to work. All of the paintings in the room are on canvas– that way, if we have a second baby in this house, the Peter Pan things will go with Nemo to a larger bedroom, and the nursery can be redesigned for the new little bit. Continue reading

Baby Letter #7– September

This is the second to last letter in my series. I can’t dwell on that too much. We are counting days instead of weeks.

Baby Letter —September

Hello Nemo,

We are getting so close my little bit. A few weeks ago, the idea of your arrival switched from something sweet and abstract to something imminent and very, very real. Your dad and I are a little terrified, frankly. We’ve never faced anything as important as taking care of you and making sure that we do it well.

You are almost 34 weeks in uterus age. You weigh about 5 pounds, and the average baby would be around 18 inches tall (we imagine that you’re a bit taller). Honestly, you’re mostly finished growing. You will continue to add a little more fat in the coming weeks (this is very important, as it will allow you to regulate your body temperature after you’re born), and your organs will keep perfecting their functions. Continue reading

Baby Letter #6– August

This is the sixth letter in the series I am writing to our baby. If you’re looking for something warm and fuzzy, read one of the older letters. Honesty follows.

 

Baby Letter— August

Hello Nemo,

You and I are in our third trimester now, which means we are approaching the end of our first adventure together. I could not be happier. You see, I like you, but I don’t like being pregnant.

People make it seem lovely and dreamlike, but it isn’t. Being pregnant is extremely uncomfortable — at least it is when the mom is slightly smaller than average and the baby is way beyond average. Dad made you too tall, and you don’t fit in my abdomen anymore. Continue reading

Baby Letter #5– July

Time for July’s letter, #5, and telling our first child about his/her heritage. The letters are starting to creep up in word count, as I feel a slight pressure to hurry and say anything I want our little bit to know before the big October birthday.

 

Baby Letter– July

Hello Nemo,

It is July now, and you and I are finishing up our second trimester. On the one hand, I am nervous to enter the third trimester because number two has been so fabulous to us, but on the other hand, I am dying to meet you and I honestly want the wait over as soon as possible.

You are 25 weeks in uterus age, and most days you are discontent with the size of my abdomen. You measure just over a foot long, and you are somewhere between 1.5 and 2 pounds. You kick, punch, and head butt me every hour to let me know that a little more room would be appreciated. You are absolutely killing me with rib pain. Continue reading

Baby Letter #4– June

On to baby letter #4, which means that half of all the letters are now posted. I only have four more to post (two yet to be written) until our little bundle arrives in October.

 

Baby Letter– June

Hello Nemo,

We have officially made it halfway. You are 20 weeks in uterus age (I should mention that doctors call this “gestational age” but uterus age is just more fun). We are doing even better than last month, and compared to your first few weeks, Mom has very little to complain about.

I get tired if I stand for long periods of time, or do big bouts of walking, since we have 1.5x as much blood as I would normally have. All that blood pools in my legs and makes them feel like heavy logs. You make my ribs hurt terribly, especially at night, as you rearrange everything in my abdomen. Continue reading

Baby Letter #3– May

Time for another baby letter! This is the third letter that I have written to our child, debuting this fall. Letter one and two are down the page.

Baby Letter– May

Hello Nemo,

It’s May, we are officially in our second trimester, and I am no longer tempted to mutter hexes at you while I cling to my puke bucket. The clouds parted, the sun is shining on us, and it is wonderful!

My nausea disappeared almost completely around week 14 or 15. While some things still get to me—bumpy car rides, the smell of the detergent aisle in the grocery—my queasiness is now much rarer. Much, much rarer. I am a person again, and fairly competent at getting through an average day. Continue reading

Baby letter #2– April

This is the second letter in a series that I am writing to my first child, due this October. Scroll down to read the first letter.

Baby Letter– April

Hello baby,

It took me several weeks of reflection, but I have finally come up with your nickname.

I tossed around a few ideas. Lots of people call their baby “peanut”, because they think all you tiny young ones look like peanuts. However, your mom has already discovered that you look mostly like an evil shrimp, which does not make a cute nickname. And I could never call you something as common and generic as peanut. Continue reading

Baby letter #1– The early weeks

Brandon and I are expecting our first child. Shortly after we found out, I began writing letters to my baby. I write one every month. When they are finished, I will print them out and include them in our little one’s baby book. I hope one day our son or daughter enjoys having his/her development chronicled. For now, they are mostly something I do for myself. Writing is how I relate to the world, and my first letter was the beginning of my bond with my baby. Aside from the usual (life, genes, a family, a home), my writing is the greatest gift I can give to my child. Continue reading