Friday night, May 11th, 7:30 p.m. adr:
Please allow me to introduce our selves, we're a family of wealth and taste:
Well, not exactly wealth, and the taste part is iffy, but we are a family, which includes (on this particular trip) me, John, (lucysdad) the dubious 30-something-something leader of the pack, my wife, Michaline (lucysmom) (the I'm going to wear my birthday badge all week birthday girl), and our 8yo dd, Lucy (lucy), the pin-trading addict who will hit rehab after the trip.
We had been looking forward to gorging on flatbread appetizers since we began planning my wife's 50th birthday trip last year about this time. Spoodle's did not disappoint in the quality and quantity of delicious food. After perusing the menu for all of 10 seconds (we already knew what we wanted), we decided to dine on appetizers alone. We ordered the margherita flatbread, the mussels and the hummus to start us on our way toward overeaters anonymous. The margherita flatbread was great, totally delicious. The hummus with pita bread was also very good, though not in the same league with the flatbread. The mussels varied from nice, firm and delicious, to runny, I'm not so sure I should be eating these, gross. Let me add that I am not a mussel afficianado, I don't read "Mussel Magazine" or anything, but I do love clams, so I thought these would make a nice substitute . . . NOT! But, at the time they seemed like a good idea. Next up, we added some calimari, another deliciouschoice. Oh, and btw, dd in the meantime has been chowing down on the delicous steak-kabobs and sweet-potato fries, of which a second order was soon place. Soon, we were quite full and satisfied, with no inkling of what would happen later in the evening. Dessert took about a week to arrive, but that was because it took the waitress that long to prepare the candle that had been meticulously place in the center of my wife's chocolate orange cake (at least the waitress was sticking to that story), the whole restaurant sang happy birthday and we took the delightful stroll back to the Dolphin via the Boardwalk. At this point, I would have rated Spoodle's a solid B. Delicious flatbreads and hummus, very good calimari, and attentive, albeit slow, service. However . . .
Flash forward to 2 a.m., I'm fast asleep, yet I'm becoming more and more aware of some unwanted visitors. Those pesky mussels were beginning to party in my belly. This was not on the menu! I spent several very uncomfortable hours parked near porcelain trying to will the unwanted visitors out of my life (and intestines). Finally, exhausted, I managed to squeeze in a couple hours of sleep. So, I downgraded Spoodle's to a C, just out of spite, but by the end of the trip, I will probably revisit my decision and blame myself for eating too much. I guess I'm not the Mussel-Man I thought I was
Next installment: Saturday: Epcot, pin-trading, Garden Grill, Davy Jones and Illuminations. In real time, it is Monday morning and we're off to brunch at Akershus! Fully recovered and looking forward to the smorgasbord! We'll be trying out Soarin' for the first time as well.
