Were were we headed next? I was really looking forward to this ADR. My family is pretty good at playing along and being silly (you may have noticed) and I thought a good time would be had by all at WCC.
First of all I loved WL. It was beautiful, and since we live in the Rocky Mountains, it felt kinda homey.
This being said, I don’t think we’d stay here just because when we go to Florida, we want Florida, not home. We got here about 30 minutes early and I wanted to go explore the hotel lobby a little bit. DH had other ideas. He went and checked us in to WCC and they seated us right away. They led us through the restaurant, and by through I mean ALL THE WAY through and around a corner to a round table sitting off all on it’s lonely. There were, I believe, 3 other tables within view of ours and maybe 2 of those tables could actually see into the dining room. Our only view was of the hotel lobby and 3 walls.
Our view:
We sat down and the kids were given coloring pages. No crayons. Little Lily LOVES to color. She sat there looking at that coloring page and no crayons and started to cry and cry.

Being around the corner and all, rarely was any sort of server to be found. Finally we get a hold of someone and tell them we need crayons. Hours (felt like) passed, still no crayons. Finally a little girl at another table comes over and places her cup of crayons on our table. Wow, I felt bad.

Were we making that much of a scene? Then along comes another child from over in the “real” dining area with a cup of crayons, then another child comes from somewhere else. AHA! Look at the fun and silly game they are playing with us. Don’t give the 2 year old any crayons, and when she is sobbing over it, make other kids come give her theirs so the mom feels guilty! How cute! How fun! GOOD TIMES! We were rolling on the floor over that little prank.
Oh look! We got crayons! Are we having fun yet?
Eventually our food arrives. It took forever and our waitress was SUCH a GRUMP!

When she threw napkins on our table, the kids just thought it was because she was mean, not being funny. That was the extent of the hijinks by the way.
Luke did like his blue milkshake though:
Meanwhile I was getting madder and madder!

Finally I had to take a kid on a potty run and while traveling through the “real” dining area I saw that fun was being had and stick ponies were being ridden—who knew?

Not us cave people in the corner.

So I dragged the kids out there and hoped for a little fun.
Now it was finally time for dessert. Our service was so slow it was bedtime by now. I ordered some sort of apple pie thingy. A couple of bites in I find a sticker in my pie.

Now I could figure out that it was the little sticker thingy the grocery store puts on an apple, so it could’ve been worse, but THERE WAS A STICKER IN MY PIE. (Now why didn’t I take a picture of that?) Another 30 minutes later and the horrid waitress finally brought me a new dessert. By now of course I was out in the lobby trying to keep the kids happy while DH was waiting endlessly for the check.
I doubt I will ever go back there again.
ETA: I forgot to add the cute towel art we came home to that night!
Up Next: Our last day! And Chef Mickeys