When I used to talk about moving here, my tongue in cheek answer for anyone who asked why was that I wanted to be able to have lunch at EPCOT. To pop in between errands for a little nosh at a festival booth or quick service spot. I don't know if I've ever said as much out loud, but for whatever reason, this was the table where I always pictured it happening. This quiet, tucked away, don't-know-it's-there-unless-you-know-it's-there little spot away from the usual hustle and bustle. Perhaps the least people-y spot in the whole park.
I grabbed this image of it late one night. Nothing was perfect. You can see the wear and tear. Everything is in a bit of disarray. But here it is. The table where I dreamed of having lunch at EPCOT.