So we just reentered civilization after our cruise through the jungle. When we pulled up to the dock, Darian (our guide) said, "Get out." This always strikes us as funny when a guide says that instead of "Please disembark to your left" or something like that. It takes us back to the time when D and I were something like 11 and 12 years old and we were pulling up to the dock after a ride on the canoes. When the guy said "Get out" my mom thought that was especially funny. She laughed so hard that she ended up falling out of the canoe. (Dock-side. It would have made for a much better story had it been water-side.

) She just collapsed in laughter. Of course my teenage brothers scurried off, dying of embarrassment. But D and I laughed right along with her. Ah, what a great memory.
I had been looking forward to trying the new Hungry Bear menu. I was actually fine with the old one, but the new one looked good too. I was fine with the change -- I'm not always fond of change.
But first...we stopped and listened to the band for a few on our way over.
Sign as you walk up to Hungry Bear restaurant.
My sister also took a pic of me standing by the sign, in the same pose as the beaver. Arms folded and teeth sticking out. I sent the picture to my husband with the caption "And she's all yours..." He replied with a "Which one?" I could've told you how he would reply even before he replied. I guess that's what nearly 17 years of marriage will do to you.
The restaurant was nearly empty. Another reason I was excited about eating at Hungry Bear is because I knew they had the Kids Power Pack. A cute little box with string cheese, yogurt, Goldfish crackers, apple slices and a drink. Right down Buddy's alley.
This particular one came with freeze dried apples, but we got one later that came with fresh apple slices.
D got a chicken sandwich with sweet potato fries.
She liked the sandwich, but thought the sweet potato fries were just OK. I thought they were good.
And this was my Fried Green Tomato Sandwich.
It came with the choice of Zesty Slaw or ... something else that I can't remember. I heard "zesty" and I was all over it.
Now, when I think of "zesty" I think of Italian salad dressing. Which I love. This wasn't zesty at all to me. BUT. It was so so good. I loved every bite. I could have had a big bowlful for lunch and called it good. The words I would use to describe it are "light and refreshing." That's what I was thinking to myself when D said, "That looks so light and refreshing." It was. And it was VERY good. I'll have to look for that recipe and try to recreate it.
Back to the sandwich. First bite...heavenly. This was my first fried green tomato sandwich ever, so I had nothing to compare it to.
Second bite...OUCH! Ouch Ouch Ouch! I fished this out of my mouth. (OK, that sounded gross. Sorry.)
And in case you need a closer look...
It was a broken toothpick. Look how pointy that thing is! I had already pulled out the real toothpick prior to eating the sandwich, so I wasn't expecting anything else lingering around in there. Man, that hurt.
I continued eating. Before I ate the second half of the sandwich, I pulled out the toothpick and discovered it was broken. Yep, it was an exact match to the broken piece that I found in the first half of the sandwich. How did that happen? It seems like the broken piece would be in the same side as the toothpick it broke off from. Strange.
On to the zesty slaw. Seeing as how my sister and I like to tease each other, I put the original mouth-stabbing broken piece of toothpick on top of my slaw and said, "Look at this!

Here's another one!

Can you believe this?

" (She fell for it.

)
Something we really missed was watching the Mark Twain sail by/hearing the whistle as we ate. After we ate we took a quick bathroom break downstairs before heading over to Pooh Corner to pick out a post-lunch treat.
This sign by the restroom just made me chuckle a bit. Mostly because of what Buddy thought it was communicating. I can't for the life of me think of what he said right now. Maybe I'll come back to that later.