House of Tyrant: You and me at Club 33

Hi, my name is Ty and I am addicted to Disneyland. There I said it, thank you for your support. You have all been to Disneyland before, but do you recall a "secret" door deep in the French Quarter of New Orleans? Perhaps not, why you ask? Because this members only establishment's door has been painted "no-see-um green" created by Imagineers, this color is the least detectable by the human eye!

Named "Club 33" after the address, 33 Royal Street, Disneyland CA. It is the only establishment in the magical land that has a physical address listed with the state- Since 33 is the only place in the park that serves alcohol, it needed an address because of California liqueur laws.

Walt, yes, I call him Walt. . . we are old friends. My old pal Walt wanted a place he could entertain colleagues, heads of state, dignitaries, influential businessmen along with Stylists and Bloggers. A place where they could escape the high energy of the park below.

Me and Brandon were about to do just that! With the lift of a small brass door on the side of the main entry lies a buzzer. Press that and a lovely operator will request your name to check the validity of your reservation. After you hear a quiet "ding" you are in. . . Let me just start off by saying how astounding it was to be in the four walls of the foyer. A stair case to my left, a French lift (not elevator. This piece of machinery was hand crafted after one my buddy Mr. Disney experienced in France) and a put together pert receptionist to my right. I then realized this was the woman that asked our name outside, she called us using an antique candlestick telephone- you know the one where the earpiece is independent from the microphone- she, we will call her "Rosemary" invited us to use the lift, or take the stairs. Being the strapping strong men that we are- we took the lift. How often does one get to do that?! Reaching the second story, you can see fantastic views out the balcony windows of the pond and New Orleans. The air is different up here. . . perfumed with the largest and most delicious buffet I have ever laid eyes on. This is not Vegas. We were escorted to our table, get this, everything has "33" engraved, printed, or stamped on it. Not in a goddy I-need-to-monogram-everything-I-touch sort of way, but in a subtly classy kind.

Our waitress was a complete doll, she looked like Ms. Potts from Beauty and the Beast and had been a waitress there for over 20 years. She was very intriguing and after she served me a ten dollar mocha (DIVINE!) she brought out the check along with a official "Club 33" pen for us. I guess that's what a $200 lunch will get you. We took the stairs down, said our salutations to Rosemary and opened the opulent door feeling like a million.