A last minute lunch
I woke up this morning feeling a bit like I needed to keep sleeping. I had that funny feeling in the back of my throat.

My body was feeling tired and my head…ohhh my head, felt like I joined in a couple of ‘Trips Around the world’ like back in my younger sorority years…much younger. When we would tour our favorite fraternity house and play a game of what was called drinking around the world. Each room would have a different drink. Each drink Represented a country. We were given a passport upon entering the frat house, which was to be stamped at every country after you drank the designated beverage. Your goal was to fill your passport to win a prize. What was the prize? A well deserved gigantic hangover.

After all if you drank that much liquor you did deserve to deal with the consequence.
So I was feeling like a dump truck hit me.

But I was not suffering from too many Lapu’s. I was indeed suffering from what I will call a WDW Overdose. We had been touring and touring. Until the day before, my commando ways had not allowed for a break…of any kind. Sure we headed back everyday to nap our kinder. But until yesterday I had not napped myself. My body was feeling it. It ached with hate. It hated me for what I had done to it.
So when the phone rang it’s wake up ring, I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head, then let out an awhhhhwhhh. I could only think…Just 10 more minutes. How about 20? Make that 3 hours!
I needed sleep. My body was telling me it needed sleep. Whilst my brain was pulling me out of bed, telling me to hop to it. After all we only had 2 more days of fun left.
Yikes! 2 more days!
“Everyone Up!”
“We have people to see and places to yet explore”.
But my body was just no going to move at the pace that my mind wanted it to. Period!
DH, being the great man he is got the kids ready, whilst I took my time, slowly purdying up myself. My head was throbbing and my throat was soarin…and not over Cali either.
Before we left the room, I called dinning to see if there was a chance that we could get an ADR for lunch at Chef de Francois, A.K.A. Chef Boyaredee in my book. We had missed our last night ADR at Spoodles, which made us up 2 extra TS meals (remember waaay back when we didn’t get charged for our meal at LeCellier? Just wanna make sure you’re all paying attention…good, now carry on).
Well lo and behold they did!

They had a noon ressie and we were the happy recipients of it! Well, at least my DH was happy. Chefs de la boyaredee being one of his ALL TIME favorite places, to eat in WDW, and all. Mostly for the ambiance and NOT for the food IMHO, but he would never ever admit that one.
We got our grove on and our butts in gear and headed over dine with the Chef’s. We were moving slowly. Mostly because I just wasn’t up to par. The meal was not wonderful; as was the last time we ate there. This time it may have had to do with the fact that not only was my head pounding, but by the time my food arrived, my nose stuffed. I had the beginnings of a cold. Bummer! I tried so hard to stay healthy for the trip…just to get sick during the trip.
BOGO Alert:
I’m not sure what it is about dining at this restaurant. Both time we have eaten there, the food has not been of the highest of quality, but the service was of the snobbiest! It begins as you check in at the podium; there really is no magic there. The CM’s make you feel as if you should bow to them for even checking you in and seating you.
Despite the fact that we told the CM's at check in that we needed a highchair, it was not at our table. Upon being seated, it was like a felony to have brought a small child into this establishment. When we asked again, for a high chair, we were given a huff by the CM and she stormed off. Never to be seen again… Seriously.
We had to wait for our server to get the time to make it to our table. When he did, we again asked for a highchair. He did bring us one, but not before immediately asking IF we were on the dining plan? With our answer of, “Yes”, we were almost lectured as to just WHAT we were ALLOWED to order and WHAT we were NOT. That didn’t go over to well for me (you know the inner-self came out…the one who BITES). I was quick to correct the server, with the FACT that I am entitled to order ANYTHING on their menu, if I want. If I CHOOSE to order something not within the specifications of the Meal Plan, I have the right to pay OOP. PERIOD!
The menu selections were less than par (again IMHO)…just sayin…
My DH’s Started with the
Cassolette d'escargots de Bourgogne au beurre persille…AKA snails in parsley and garlic butter
Tink was extra specially fond of this:
Then he went on to have the
Filet de Saumon sur lit de pommes de terr ecrasees a l'anciennne, sauce vierge…AKA-Salmon on a bed of smashed yukon potatoes, olive oil, lime and fresh herbs.
I Started with -
The Bisque de Homard…AKA-lobster bisque (I found only 2 pieces of lobster in my whole bowl bisque)
For my main course -
Crepe Basquaise…AKA- A DRY Crepe filled with DRY smoked chicken strips, peppers and onions, grilled and served with a mixed salad (did I mention that it was Dry, Dry, Dry! With what little taste I had still at this point it had no flavor. I had my DH taste…just to make sure it wasn’t just me. It wasn’t)
Lil’l Diz had a cheeseburger and he didn’t eat it, not even a bite of it.
I ordered Chocolate Milk for both kids. Up until this point it was pretty customary that EVERY restaurant had given TINK a beverage and not charged us. I know, I know…she wasn’t officially on the dinning plan, but they said that she eats for free...so they’d give her milk. All of them, until this place that is. When we got our bill, as usual we were expecting to sign off on the meal. Nope, this time we had a separate charge for the MILK. It appears that the brown MILK at Chefies is not included. Should we have ordered WHITE MILK, it would have been OKAY, but not here. With a grumble, grumble we paid for our 2, 6 oz cups of VERY LIGHT Brown milks…$6…?
Oups, I almost forgot my favorite course, desert. Maybe I forgot, because it was no winner either?
At this point Tink decided to throw a fit and wanted some milk. For the simple fact that she had already devoured 2 sippy cups and if we let her, she would only drink liquids to fill her tummy…we decided no more milk. She didn’t like that idea and her head started shaking back and forth, while she screamed. Exorcist Child?!
As we left Chef de la la-la’s my DH, suggested that maybe NEXT TIME we would have a better meal.

WHAT?

There is going to be a next time? Man, this guy will not give it up. 2 terrible meals and he still feel’s the need to sit in ‘France’ and be tortured with a crappy meal and service. Go Figure!
Everyone was pooped out after the torture lunch. Mommy was feeling like yuck even more and Tink with her temper tantrum was proof that she was fixin for a nap. So back we went to rest up. We had a big date that night. Everyone, and I mean everyone needed to be rested and ready to go!