After an early morning in the magic kingdom, we headed to Pinoccio Village Haus for lunch. I loved the decor in here. Very Alpine. Being a good German frauline, I got a kick out of it. It was über crowded, (ha! über! more german!) so I found a table while DH ordered an Italian Sub Sandwich for me and (brace yourself) Chicken fingers and fries for himself. We each had a cannoli for dessert, or rather, tried to. We were so stuffed we could only manage a bite or two each. A cute place to eat. However, that whale freaks me out big time.... what's his name, Monstro? So did the donkey-boys, too, for that matter. Hmmm. The more I think about it, the more the movie in general freaks me out. Strange foxes luring boys into becomming donkeys, giant whales swallowing families. It's not right I tell you!
We headed over to Epcot in the evening for dinner at the Garden Grill. I was really looking forward to this meal, as it was one of the only restaurants we were visiting that I could remember from my childhood. I had hoped for seat down on the main floor, but it was pretty crowded so we were seated in the upper tier, right by the entrance to the kitchen. Oh well, at least scenery is lovely. I knew that catfish was served, so I was clear about Dh's fish allergy when I booked the ADRs, when we checked in at the restaurant, and when our waiter first came to our table. Everyone promised us there would be no problem, that they would substitute chicken for the dreaded fish. Even when our waiter delivered the platter to the table, I verified that it was fish-free. He assured me it was. So, the platter arrived, we happily and securely divvied it up and began to eat. (Can you see where this is going?)
Luckily my husband is a true carnivore a heart and started on the flank steak (which we found a little tough, by the way, and too strongly flavoured). I had some of the greenbeans and carrots, which were crisp and delicious, and some turkey, which was a little dry but good. Then I took a bite of the 'chicken'. Immediately I was suspicious. It didn't taste like fish, but it didn't have the texture of chicken. It was much softer and flakier. But it didn't taste like fish at all, so I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. After all, we were in Disney world! Nothing bad ever happens in disney world, right? My husband wasn't about to go into anaphalactic shock right there at the dinner table, was he?
Well, no, thank goodness, because just as he was about to take a bite, I saw a plate of what was obviously disney chicken fingers being delivered to a kid at the next table. I practically slapped the fork out of DH's hand and called over the waiter. I asked again whether we had been served chicken or fish, and as he looked at our plates his eyes got super wide.

It was painfully obvious that he was thinking 'holy crap, I've killed this man' while not wanting to admit any fault. And I don't blame him for that. I'm sure he's had it drilled into him that CMs are not to admit fault for anything where a lawsuit could be involved. Not that we'd ever sue, but you know what I mean.
So, he hastily mumbled something about being sure we were given chicken, but he'd replace it none the less. We had him take away all the food that had been on the same plate as the alleged fish and waited for a few minutes to see if my husband was going to die. His throat started getting a little tight, so we doused him up with some meds just as our new food arrived. My suspicions were confirmed, as the new stuff was the classic chicken fingers. We were able to laugh it off, but it was one of those thinly-veiled angry laughs that you give just so someone doesn't feel bad that they nearly killed you.
Dessert was a sampler of a brownie cake, a lemon cake and something else that couldn't have been that good, cause I don't forget good desserts.
The character interaction here was great. They all came around 3 or 4 times, except for Mickey, who seemed to be shunning us. Chip and Dale were a blast! Pluto got tried to steal me away from my DH. I have some pictures, which I will add once I learn how. I'm sure there's a sticky about that somewhere...
So yeah, yay Garden Grill, just be VERY careful if you go there with an allergy!