It's Disneyland, supposedly. And we do love our trips there, despite having to confront the raw underbelly -- more like an overbelly, come to think of it -- of these United States as we wend our way through the teeming hordes to our favorite attractions. For us, though, I'm pretty sure that the stretch of California coast between Legoland and the Seaside Market qualifies as the spot of maximum collective bliss. And the epicenter is Pannikin:We didn't have one of our marathon half-day sessions there this time, since our visit was short and we spent a good deal of it in the Magic Kingdom. But we made up for quantity with quality. Heck, even the short-haired barista who exemplifies "tom boy" smiled at me this morning, instead of giving me her usual glare for being with that hot Italian-American chick you see on the left.