After the furore surrounding the birth of my daughter at noon today, and after we established that mom and baby were fine (and undergoing the usual tests), I realised I was at loose ends and hadn't eaten anything in many, many, many hours. I wandered to the cafeteria at the hospital and realised there's a reason all the staff members walk on to the Disney lot to eat at the commissary.
The service was non-existent. Though they're open late hours, there was precious little food. I scrounged an old salad, connived a guy into cooking me a cheeseburger, and grabbed an apple and a bottle of water. This set me back a whopping $8, but it's like being at Magic Mountain, you pay what they tell you to pay. The cheeseburger was precooked, the salad dressing was 90% oil and 10% sugar, the apple was bruised but the bottle of Aquafina water was OK.
And so Burbank's notoriety as a chow-free zone continues...
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