Breakfast in the Bomuda Triangle was paranormally good as always. Our coffee only disappeared in the conventional sense this time, but there was still an air of mystery surrounding the French press. The first cup was eerily light in color and lacked that grab you by the boo-boos quality that I’ve come to expect from Kenyan coffee. After much scientific inquiry, we discovered that the waiter did not let the brew brew long enough. Party foul! The waiter brought us another pot, and this time we did the pressing thank you very much. Brioche French toast and bacon still get
from me, though.
Here is a Boma breakfast replay:
All this may be yours, if you dare....
If I remember correctly, we went back upstairs after breakfast and read trashy tabloid magazines in bed all afternoon. ** Reasons why vacation rules #153: guilt-free perusal of
US Weekly and
In Touch while digesting guilt-free 1,000 calorie buffet breakfast.**
Luckily we were slated for an early dinner at Rose & Crown because all of that drunken celebrity debauchery sure put me in the mood for some beer.
If this picture appears blurry, you too may have come down with a case of the Lindsay Lohans.
We arrived at WS a little early for our reservation, so we grabbed a couple of Lady Grey iced teas from the booth behind the Tea shop and caught an act of the Soggy Bottom Boys:
Err, I mean the British Invasion.
I like to sing along with the smooth stylings for which I am deeply sorry.
After a rousing rendition of “Get Back” (I say Loretta’s got it coming), We checked-in to R&C behind what appeared to be a lovely group of British guests and were seated outside next to them in one of the much coveted patio seats with a view of the lake.
Of course, at 4:30 in the afternoon, no one’s lining up for Illuminations quite yet…
But with enough of these bad boys, I think we could have waited it out.
Cheesy bread always tastes better with golf ball-shaped butter. Or maybe I’m just easy.
The hops and yeast course was moving along swimmingly when suddenly things started to turn u-g-l-y! It seems that Disney booked Jerry Springer to host one of the food and wine pairings this year and the lovely British families sitting next to us were his first guests. Don’t get me wrong. I am a total anglophile. I love the BBC and cream tea, and I’ve always had a secret crush on Fergie (the Duchess not the Black Eyed Pea), even pre-Weight Watchers (I like a little meat on my women). I got my Master’s in 19th century English literature for crimanies sake! But these Brits had anger management issues. The two women actually had a yelling match in the middle of Rose & Crown. We were waiting for the chairs to start flying!
This was all fun and games until the scarier of the two screaming women realized that she was in a busy restaurant at Disney World and started looking around at her fellow R&C patrons like something out of the movie Taxi Driver.
No ma’am we are not talking to you. We are merely enjoying the view….
The barmaids broke it up before anyone lost their weave, and with the floorshow disbanded, there was nothing left to do but order appetizers.
We shared an order of the roasted mushrooms, cooked with cream and garlic and served on a puff pastry.
We are big fans of the fungus, which was made even better by puffy pastry and cream. This tasted like really good cream of mushroom soup. Campbell’s eat your heart out.
We also sampled the fruit and cheese plate.
The R&C cheese plate includes Irish cheddar, mushroom brie, and Stilton pastry with some apple slices and red grapes, some nuts, a piece of matza (at least that’s what it looked like to me), and some onion jelly in a little white jar. We enjoyed all of these selections and their accompaniments. Onion jelly is suspect, but not too bad on matza with a little brie. Who knew?
What’s a trip to ye olde English pub without fish and chips? So we both got ‘em!
That is one big, Freudian piece of fried fish. Very flakey and tender. I like the chips at Raglan better, but these were good too.
For dessert, we took the advice of our excellent server and diffuser of rows.
She suggested the Frozen Vanilla Custard, so we decided to share one.
Bingo! I inherited a love of frozen custard from my mother who grew up on the Jersey shore. I pshaw regular old ice cream. Frozen custard is the goods! This preparation was a bit unconventional. It had a raspberry coulis on top, but it hit the spot. Light and refreshing and not too sweet.
After a most righteous dinner, we hopped a monorail over to MK and the
MNSSHP. But first, we fortified ourselves with a couple of frozen fruity rum drinks brought to us by the Latin American faction of the F&W fest. Brain freeze aside, quite tasty and alcoholic, the latter of which is a pre-requisite for maximum enjoyment of hard ticket events at the MK.
Still to come: Day 6 ~ Fun with Food & Wine, plus Bistro de Paris! 
DD's can't wait for more either 
Thats probably more than I wouldve done for my DS at that age! 
Ive been enjoying your dining trippie, too!
Hopefully, I'll get another day up this afternoon.
But we are excited! It'll be one of those trips where getting there is a blur and all of a sudden we realize we are there! 
