On to my almost favorite restaurant (just edged out by WCC) -- Ohana!
John's family had been to Disney about a bazillion times (lucky) when he was growing up, but I had never been until he took me last year. We went for our 4 year anniversary. So, for 4 years, I had heard about Ohana. Repeatedly. So I was super excited to finally try it for myself. And it did NOT disappoint. I'm so glad that I lived hundreds of miles from Ohana or I would eat there once a month.
We had an amazing day at Magic Kingdom (you got to love a weekday in January when you get on Thunder Mountain as a walk-on three times in a row and Space Mountain barely has a line). I may or may not have had an unfortunate experience with the Evil Emperor Zurg:
But I got out of that one in time for us to return to our hotel (the Pop Century) to change into our fancy people clothes.
And because I'm crazy, I asked John if we could go back to Hollywood Studios AND Magic Kingdom JUST TO GET OUR PICTURES TAKEN in front of the icons before dinner.
And because he knows I'm crazy and because he loves me and because I would have pouted if he didn't (and boyfriend can't stand the pout, haha), HE SAID YES.
Oh my. This is the result. We literally spent five minutes in each park:
That was my "fancy" pose by the way. I guess.
The photographer at Magic Kingdom had us do a "reverse proposal." It was so fun:
The best part was that the street had been roped off for SpectroMagic and people were herded off to the side. They were watching us and a HUGE group of a Spanish-speaking family was so excited b/c they thought I was really proposing. So I turned to them and shouted, "He said yes!" Which they seemed to understand. Cheering ensued.
Anyway, that's the end of my self-indulgance for now. Wait, it's back. I'll go on.
So we made our way to Ohana (having spent way more time in transit than in the parks!) where we had maybe a ten minute wait or so.
We were served the pineapple bread and salad right away. One of us ordered a diet coke and we shared that and a water.
Sorry, we had grabbed a bite or two before I snapped pictures. I had a bite of the bread just to make sure I still didn't like it (I don't. Pineapple isn't really my flavor.) And for me, having the salad just means less room for steak, so I wasn't having any of that.
Next, we got the noodles and broccoli:
I had a bit b/c John raved about them, but again, I was saving room for the "real food." He demolished the noodles throughout the meal. They may have been his favorite part. For me, not really a pasta person, a noodle is a noodle.
Then, my heart leapt when I saw my babies - sesame glazed chicken wings and dumplings:
And for anyone concerned, these were still on the menu as of mid-January. A friend of mine saw this picture and said, "I almost just cried b/c that is so beautiful."
Some shots of Ohana:
I loved sitting near the fire pit. It was great, beautiful, and nice and warm. Last year, we had a clear view of the castle through the windows. That would have been great this trip b/c Wishes started and they dimmed the lights and played the music. However, our windows were covered by super tall trees and bushes. In fact, after Wishes ended, people clapped, and someone near us joked, "Wow. That was an amazing bush."
The sauces came out:
One is a sweet and sour sauce. Another is a peanut sauce. I forget the third b/c frankly, I don't use them. The food is way too good to be drenched in sauce.
Another "funny" story: I hate peanuts, peanut butter, anything nutty really. But I also love to try new things. So when John took a swipe of the peanut sauce and declared that it "is really great and tastes nothing like peanuts," I was cautious, but excited. I asked if he was sure, and then I dipped my finger in the sauce and popped it in my mouth. Oh dear Lord. I downed like half of our soda and said, "Are you kidding me? That taste is pure peanuts." Later, he put some sauce on a piece of chicken and said, "Wow, you were right. That does taste like peanuts." YOU THINK?!
The moral of the story: my man is an idiot.
The real moral: the peanut sauce is great for those who actually LIKE peanuts!
Back to the food:
Unfortunately I forgot to photograph my first plate with chicken and pork on it, but here is the steak and shrimp (which is really the best anyhow):
OMG so good! The steak is cooked perfectly medium and is juicy and amazing. The shrimp is messy to peel but oh-so-worth it.
Our waiter brought out dessert: THE DESSERT
Banana foster's bread pudding, which doesn't taste like bananas at all, just goodness:
If I had to raise a dessert as a child (and there are a number of instances in which this could be plausible), it would be this one. Of course, that would bring up a whole new set of moral dilemmas. Forget I said anything.
The ice cream and bread pudding work perfectly together. Some of the bread pudding is crisp and some is soft, and it's hot while the ice cream is cold. Your mouth will literally be confused at first. After the first bite, it will just be happy.
Last year, we gorged ourselves on the meat and didn't save room for dessert. We were about to tell them not to bring it when they put it on the table. So I said we had to try it so we didn't look like jerks. Neither of us thought we would like it b/c we don't usually like bread pudding. I tried the first bite, looked at John, and said, "OMG, we are going to eat this whole thing." And we did. And we fell in love. The end.
Except, then we (okay, just me) had to walk like hunchbacks to the monorail b/c I was so full I honestly couldn't stand up straight. The end.
John said that you could go to Ohana, hate the food, and still think every penny was well spent after you had the dessert. And he is NOT a dessert person.
This year, we had saved a little room and gobbled up the dessert. And then they brought us a cupcake for our engagement:
And we (okay, just me) almost cried b/c we were so full, but we had to eat that cupcake. John had the brilliant idea of pouring more banana foster's sauce on top of it. He only ate a small piece, which left me to finish the job. My mouth loved me. My stomach is still not talking to me. Which is fine, b/c it only has negative things to say anyway.
The moral of the story: Pour banana foster's sauce on your desserts.
We managed to avoid the singing Hawaiian lady that is there, who seems a bit bonkers to us, until we had our mouths stuffed with food and she threw leis around our necks. We couldn't even say thank you through all the food.
The waiter took our picture:
We're smiling through the pain of eating way too much.
Also, you can tell I wasn't kidding about eating all of our dessert. Notice the lonely cupcake paper on the left.
Overall, we paid:
Buffet, for two - 66
Diet coke - 4
Total, before tip - 70 (and for how much we ate, we feel as if we robbed them, hehe)
I give this meal a ten. Ohana is fabulous, the staff is great, the atmosphere is wonderful, the music is nice, and the food is the best. John gives it a 9.5 simply b/c nothing can compare to WCC for him. My man loves him some BBQ ribs and cornbread. If WCC had bread pudding, we'd never leave.
One more photopass, a "magic" shot:
Up Next: Snacks at Animal Kingdom and Rainforest Cafe