A NOSTALGIC DANCE THROUGH GRITTY OL HOLLYWOOD

An so there we was, we being your own genteel chronicler, that is Metrowalker, and his most astute hoaloha, the Musomom, dancing through this town’s own gritty Hollywood.

Oh my illuminated ami, and what sights confronted our glassies, from Jason Voorhees running down the boulevard late for an audition, to a car with an entire garden growing on it…

We caught a superhero taking a quick spritz Oh Norrin Radd, art thou still longing for a real match against a true surfer?


The highlight of our Hollywood Promenade was a snack stop at
Walt’s very own soda shop!

That’s right my fellow dancers, a little of the millionare mouse’s own park sits smack dab in this bad ol metro, and I, as your most loyal narrator took it upon myself to mira this new ride.

The room is like home town never never…clean and cheerio….see?

Oh for the simpler times my ami, a soda and someone to share it with? Isn’t that the dream we viddy from all them old 2-d shows?

Well Musomom immediately wanted to chomp some ice cream, and who am I to stand in the way of the great cold creamy? What she ordered was the Black Pearl sundae, a dessert that not only let us indulge our love of that dish that once threatened to break up Sunday services in small towns everywhere, but let us be part of the mouse’s marketing plan for Johnny Depp’s nautical day out.

Is it not grand? A frozen confection that not only came with its own bowl to take a casa but chocolate barnacles as well!

Musomom said that it was wonderful, filled with crunchy waffle shards, too much chocolate and such a great amount of blue tinted whipped cream.

Your narrator sipped his chocolate coke and sent sugared palabras toward our own host, Carlee (with two ees). A nani chica who was friendly, and bubbly and who made our own “Mary Lou and Danny boy at the sock hop” experience a great deal of fun.

Can I suggest a visit to you my ami? Well, for ice cream it cost a double handful of the folding gelt, as do all the rides at the empire of the mouse and there are other places for the cold creamy within walking distance. Still it’s a shiny place to take thems that don’t live and breath in this metro, and who you don’t just want to drop off at the mousey’s own Orange County estate.