MarieTheCat24
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JULY 4TH PART THREE: "Who's got two thumbs, speaks limited French, and hasn't cried once today? This moi!"
After meeting Marie, Dad and I ran over and joined the rest of the family at Les Chefs before the waitstaff could get any more upset with us. They agreed to seat Katie, Wade, and Mom without us, but I was concerned that they would spit in our food or something if we made them wait any longer. Does that actually happen? I’ve never worked in the food service industry, but I've seen it on TV. Because TV never lies, I’m going to assume that it does.
Thankfully, we weren’t forced to suffer the wrath of angry Frenchmen. We did have to sit there for a while before our waiter showed up, but I’ll take that over food that’s been tampered with. That’s not to say I wouldn’t have eaten the tampered with food, because I would have. Really, what’s a little spit from a stranger? I probably pick up worse germs just by breathing in the same air as some of the people who visit WDW. I thought teaching people how to cover their mouth/nose when they cough/sneeze was a mandatory part of kindergarten but clearly it is not. I mean, I was getting hit with sneeze juice like it was coming out of a rogue spray bottle fan thingamabobber.
Anyway, as we all know, dining at any of the World Showcase restaurants is a magical experience because it combines two of life’s greatest pleasures: good food and attractive men. Les Chefs did not disappoint. Our waiter’s name was David. Or was it Daniel? To be honest, I can’t remember. I shortened it to D in my trip notes because I’m lazy and lacked the foresight necessary to realize that I would be writing about our meal almost four months after the fact. Will someone remind me to write actual names down before my next trip? Thanks.
Even though his name was forgettable, D’s looks were not. He was quite good-looking. He took my order last and gave me a hard time for it. I asked for the Gratin de Macaroni and his response was a super flirty “You do know this is a French restaurant, right?” ZING ZING ZING went my heart strings. One by one, D went over the most French items on the menu and tried to talk me into ordering them but I held my ground. Clearly, he didn’t understand the power of persuasion the Food Porn thread has. I’ve had my eye on the mac&cheese for years. Not even an attractive French guy could talk me out of it. LOL. Eventually D gave up and went to get our drinks.
We all ordered from the Prix Fixe 3 Course Menu so we could get appetizers. I apologize in advance for the quality of these pictures. I really need to go to Food Picture School.
Mom and I each got the Salade au Bleu -
It was romaine lettuce with bacon, walnuts, croutons, and bleu cheese dressing. It was crisp, refreshing, and perfect for a hot summer day.
Everyone else got French Onion Soup –
They said it was delicious but very hot. You could see the steam coming off of it. I was glad I opted for the salad. Soup is not 90 degree weather food.
For their entrees, Mom and Katie had the Filet de Saumon –
It was broiled salmon with some sort of potato and spinach. They both enjoyed it. I had a bit of Mom’s spinach and it was delicious.
Wade got the Demi Poulet Fermier Roti –
It’s half of an all-natural roasted chicken with vegetables. He enjoyed it.
Dad had the Plat de Cote de Boeuf au Cabarnet avec pates –
Beef short ribs braised in Cabernet with pasta, pearl onions, and mushrooms. He wasn’t a huge fan, but he ate it. Dad’s a traditional meat and potatoes guy. He’s not really into fanciness. He much prefers the Biergarten to any of the other WS restaurants.
Finally, my Gratin de macaroni –
It’s baked macaroni with cream and gruyere cheese. It was delicious. The cheese was really creamy and the pasta was cooked well. I’m glad I didn’t let D talk me out of it.
When it was time for dessert, D called over several other hot French waiters and they all sang “Happy Birthday” to me in French. I’m sure I was as red as a tomato. I also giggled uncontrollably. Basically I was reduced to ‘twelve year old being serenaded by the Biebs’ status. Minus the heart-hands. And the Selena Gomez death threats.
I didn’t take pictures of the rest of the desserts, but here’s mine –
These are the Profiteroles au chocolat and they are delicious. They’re basically ice cream-filled cream puffs drenched in chocolate sauce and covered in white chocolate shavings.
Overall, dinner at Les Chefs was quite enjoyable. The service was wonderful (aside from the seating issue), the food was good, and the waiters were hot. It doesn’t get much better than that.
After dinner, Katie and Wade headed to Japan to pick up the pick-a-pearl ring she had set earlier. The rest of us stayed in France. We didn’t have a specific goal in mind so we just wandered.
I was glad we had chosen to make an earlier ADR (5:30) because Les Chefs was now PACKED.
I love that fountain. It smells amazing. Holy Disney Water at its finest.
I’m sure Disney wouldn’t mind if I turn the upper floor into an apartment. You guys are all welcome to move in with me, of course.
The little bookshelf is lighting up so I’m going to assume it’s one of the Kim Possible clues. Ignore that and instead focus on the vine design on the glass. I love it. That’s why I took the picture in the first place. I'm always drawn to the details at Epcot.
I love that this is the sign for a theme park attraction. It’s just so…not.
We looked around the gift shop at the exit to Impressions de France (I love all the Marie merchandise!) and I came extremely close to buying one of the hot pink metal Eiffel towers. I really wanted to check out the bakery, but the line wound all the way back to the fountain, so that didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, baked goods are worth standing in line for. I just wasn’t in the mood. Plus, I could hear “Baba O’Riley” coming from the UK and I’m ALWAYS in the mood for some rock and roll, so we headed that way.
UP NEXT: Becoming royalty
After meeting Marie, Dad and I ran over and joined the rest of the family at Les Chefs before the waitstaff could get any more upset with us. They agreed to seat Katie, Wade, and Mom without us, but I was concerned that they would spit in our food or something if we made them wait any longer. Does that actually happen? I’ve never worked in the food service industry, but I've seen it on TV. Because TV never lies, I’m going to assume that it does.
Thankfully, we weren’t forced to suffer the wrath of angry Frenchmen. We did have to sit there for a while before our waiter showed up, but I’ll take that over food that’s been tampered with. That’s not to say I wouldn’t have eaten the tampered with food, because I would have. Really, what’s a little spit from a stranger? I probably pick up worse germs just by breathing in the same air as some of the people who visit WDW. I thought teaching people how to cover their mouth/nose when they cough/sneeze was a mandatory part of kindergarten but clearly it is not. I mean, I was getting hit with sneeze juice like it was coming out of a rogue spray bottle fan thingamabobber.
Anyway, as we all know, dining at any of the World Showcase restaurants is a magical experience because it combines two of life’s greatest pleasures: good food and attractive men. Les Chefs did not disappoint. Our waiter’s name was David. Or was it Daniel? To be honest, I can’t remember. I shortened it to D in my trip notes because I’m lazy and lacked the foresight necessary to realize that I would be writing about our meal almost four months after the fact. Will someone remind me to write actual names down before my next trip? Thanks.
Even though his name was forgettable, D’s looks were not. He was quite good-looking. He took my order last and gave me a hard time for it. I asked for the Gratin de Macaroni and his response was a super flirty “You do know this is a French restaurant, right?” ZING ZING ZING went my heart strings. One by one, D went over the most French items on the menu and tried to talk me into ordering them but I held my ground. Clearly, he didn’t understand the power of persuasion the Food Porn thread has. I’ve had my eye on the mac&cheese for years. Not even an attractive French guy could talk me out of it. LOL. Eventually D gave up and went to get our drinks.
We all ordered from the Prix Fixe 3 Course Menu so we could get appetizers. I apologize in advance for the quality of these pictures. I really need to go to Food Picture School.
Mom and I each got the Salade au Bleu -
It was romaine lettuce with bacon, walnuts, croutons, and bleu cheese dressing. It was crisp, refreshing, and perfect for a hot summer day.
Everyone else got French Onion Soup –
They said it was delicious but very hot. You could see the steam coming off of it. I was glad I opted for the salad. Soup is not 90 degree weather food.
For their entrees, Mom and Katie had the Filet de Saumon –
It was broiled salmon with some sort of potato and spinach. They both enjoyed it. I had a bit of Mom’s spinach and it was delicious.
Wade got the Demi Poulet Fermier Roti –
It’s half of an all-natural roasted chicken with vegetables. He enjoyed it.
Dad had the Plat de Cote de Boeuf au Cabarnet avec pates –
Beef short ribs braised in Cabernet with pasta, pearl onions, and mushrooms. He wasn’t a huge fan, but he ate it. Dad’s a traditional meat and potatoes guy. He’s not really into fanciness. He much prefers the Biergarten to any of the other WS restaurants.
Finally, my Gratin de macaroni –
It’s baked macaroni with cream and gruyere cheese. It was delicious. The cheese was really creamy and the pasta was cooked well. I’m glad I didn’t let D talk me out of it.
When it was time for dessert, D called over several other hot French waiters and they all sang “Happy Birthday” to me in French. I’m sure I was as red as a tomato. I also giggled uncontrollably. Basically I was reduced to ‘twelve year old being serenaded by the Biebs’ status. Minus the heart-hands. And the Selena Gomez death threats.
I didn’t take pictures of the rest of the desserts, but here’s mine –
These are the Profiteroles au chocolat and they are delicious. They’re basically ice cream-filled cream puffs drenched in chocolate sauce and covered in white chocolate shavings.
Overall, dinner at Les Chefs was quite enjoyable. The service was wonderful (aside from the seating issue), the food was good, and the waiters were hot. It doesn’t get much better than that.
After dinner, Katie and Wade headed to Japan to pick up the pick-a-pearl ring she had set earlier. The rest of us stayed in France. We didn’t have a specific goal in mind so we just wandered.
I was glad we had chosen to make an earlier ADR (5:30) because Les Chefs was now PACKED.
I love that fountain. It smells amazing. Holy Disney Water at its finest.
I’m sure Disney wouldn’t mind if I turn the upper floor into an apartment. You guys are all welcome to move in with me, of course.
The little bookshelf is lighting up so I’m going to assume it’s one of the Kim Possible clues. Ignore that and instead focus on the vine design on the glass. I love it. That’s why I took the picture in the first place. I'm always drawn to the details at Epcot.
I love that this is the sign for a theme park attraction. It’s just so…not.
We looked around the gift shop at the exit to Impressions de France (I love all the Marie merchandise!) and I came extremely close to buying one of the hot pink metal Eiffel towers. I really wanted to check out the bakery, but the line wound all the way back to the fountain, so that didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, baked goods are worth standing in line for. I just wasn’t in the mood. Plus, I could hear “Baba O’Riley” coming from the UK and I’m ALWAYS in the mood for some rock and roll, so we headed that way.
UP NEXT: Becoming royalty
Attractive boys are VERY important (especially foreign ones.. and cast members..) but disney food is a TINY bit higher on the list 
No worries. As long as you have pictures I am happy.
Creeping on hot World Showcase CMs isn't nearly as fun when you're by yourself. It is an experience that must be shared.
