I actually fretted about this quite a bit. Hmmm- more support for the hypothesis that I am, indeed, high maintenance.

DH could read my less than princessy expression and asked me what was wrong. I told him so he only rolled his eyes a little bit and told me to go ask. I did. I was mortified.

The girl answered me affirmatively so I now I left to sit and wonder if a language barrier was causing a Big Expensive Misunderstanding. Then I started to wonder why we were waiting so long because this place is deader than dead. I really began to get my water hot when a large party came in and was seated immediately. I know I am not the sharpest crayon in the box but it took me several minutes to realize that, of course, they were trying to fill up tables of 8 before seating us. Of course there are not many people waiting to dunch or linner or lupper at about 3 in the afternoon no matter what Bob says. Pretty soon another group joins us and we are seated. I dont remember anything about this other group (they were all adults and nobody pitched a fit) so I guess they were normal. Or uninteresting. Take your pick.
We ordered the chicken teppan dinner off the kids menu for DS- it came with a soft drink in a little plastic cup with a lid. Much like you would receive at any of Applebees class of restaurant. Only this one had Disney characters in various ethnic outfits. Look DS a souvenir!

DH and I split the steak and shrimp dinner. This was actually a brilliant idea for us because I love the veggies and like a little meat for flavor and DH loves the meat and likes a few veggies for flavor. I also got the salad with the ginger dressing (yum!) that DH hates. Between the two of us we ate every bite of veggies, rice, noodles, mushrooms and meat! We felt perfectly full and not stuffed. We also helped DS finish his chicken. He, of course, ate most of our shrimp. He is a shrimp maniac. Before we left DS asked for our chef to sign his autograph book. The chef got a huge kick out of that.
Earlier in the day, when we were on our search for Disney dollars we had run into Terk and Rafiki in the AK. A few feet later we found Tigger.(Looking back we must have really lucked out and run into them on their way somewhere because we didnt go through the lines since I had read that they were overcrowded and very slow moving at the time. (Wow, retro pixie dust!)) DS had added those signatures to his book. I made a comment about how Tigger used to be very rare in the MK but he is around quite a bit in the AK because it makes sense for a Tigger to be hanging out in the jungle. DS wanted to know what I meant by rare and the ensuing explanation caused him to come down with a pretty severe case of the collecting bug. I know from my life with DH that the causes are both environmental and genetic. I really had no problem with colleting autographs. It does take some time away from your hard core riding but we only think we are thrill seekers. It is a fairly inexpensive Disney collecting hobby but I know think that it is kind of a starter drug- very innocent and sweet but Disney is really just training little children to grow up and get into the whole pin trading cult. Anyway, the chef loved giving DS his autograph. We paid our bill, $36.02 including tip, and left feeling very satisfied. And so the reinvigorated Twinkies, including one 6 year old autograph hound set out to explore the World Showcase