Reviews You can't use! Review #15, The Angry Rude Planet!

[nebo]

I'll do one better. We ate at Teppan Edo last May and we had a real Japanese chef from Japan. At the end of the meal we were joking with him and someone said he must eat a lot of great food (since he was really a very good chef). He laughed and patted his rather large stomach. "Too much!" he said. "Too much Cici's Pizza!"

Why would a talented chef eat the pizza equivalent of Chef Boy-Ar-Dee? It boggles the mind.

At least he didn't say it was from all the DISNEY pizza, then you 'd KNOW he was lying.

We must have just missed you. We were at WDW in 2007, but flew home on Dec. 2.

Ah, you left right before Pop Warner moved in.
Chicken.


Well, I talked to soon I guess.
My Coral Reef/Candlelight Processional review hit a snag.
We've eaten at Coral Reef a few times, and I remember writing about it, so since the CP came right after it, I knew pretty much where to find it.
Right. I guess I wasn't in the mood to talk about it that day,
because all I wrote was, "Ate a Coral Reef. It was good, had the blackened catfish" and that was it, so now I'm in search of when we ate there and I DID write about it.
back to the search.

 

[nebo]

May, 2007

Back at the Reef, I use my usual line when we walk up to the counter. Two for non cell phone section please. And she gives the same line right back to me that I always get, " I wish".

We have eaten here once before, last year. It actually used to be a signature restaurant, you know, two credits, but not anymore.

It was downgraded to just a tropical restaurant.

The first time I was here, I ordered Mahi Mahi, because I was told it's not fishy at all. And boy, was I told correctly!
It's not ANYTHING!
I finally asked for salt.
Talk about needing some "artificial flavoring".

So as we are walking to our table behind the waitress, I have no idea what I'm going to order.

She stops, and puts us at a table for four.
Right in front of the GLASS! I leaned over to the left, and the aquarium kept me from falling over, it's that close. Way cool!


Allrighty now, Diane is all in a tizzy, with the great table we have, and pressing her face up against the glass. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to order. This isn't Boma's here, I want to look, suave, cool, worldly, and of course most of all, deboner.

Now, just to show you the committment I have to this trip report, and always sincerely bound to the truth, and accuracy, wherein, I had gone up to the VFW to confirm with her, what I thought she had ordered.

"Di, didn't you have some kinda shrimp for an appetizer?"
"What was it?"

"Oh, yes, it was some kinda shrimp appetizer."
"Thank you very much, nice talking to you."
"C'mon, what was it?"
"Shrimp cocktail?"

"No."
"Shrimp scampi? Shrimp Marsala? Shrimp de jongue? Erica Jong?"
"Shrimp on the Barbie?"

And she didn 't know.
But we do know this, it was "some kinda shrimp".

She did order the blackened catfish though.
When I asked her about her desert, I got that blank stare again.
Ok, fine, I'll make something up.

So, she orders.
Stuff.

And now it's my turn.

"And you sir, what is your name?"
"Stefan". remember, suavvy and deboner.

"Would you like an appetizer, Stefan?"
"Hmm, miss, may I calll you Miss? What would the chef recommend?"

"Stefan, may I call you Steve? Today, he highly recommends the lobster bisque, they were just delivered this morning. "
"Ah, my dear, an excellent choice. There is nothing like fresh bisques."

"Excellent" "And for your entee?"
" I have had the Mahi mahi before, I don't believe with the fisherman's strike going on in Australia, that I dare risk it this time. " And, giving her my best "Joey" look, " What would YOU be eatin. "

(diane was ready to start gagging)

"I would suggest what your wife ordered, the catfish is much more flavorful than the Mahi. "
" Thank you, I concurr."

For some reason, she left kind of briskly.

She brought us a small chunk of weird bread, with a plate to dip it in.
Again, whatever happened to butter? No, I didn't , I let it go.

The lobster bisque was terrific, and the whole time we are just looking into the aquarium.

"Hey, look, there's Crush."

But she couldn't see the sea turtle from her view, he only kept coming so close, and then would swim away. "Hey, there he is again!"
I was having great sport with her, and it was starting to bug her.
She just was never looking when he came close enough for her to see from her vantage point. Meanwhile, sharks , eels, tons of other fishes are just swimming right up to the glass, but she didn' t care, she wanted Crush.

A little girl behind me suddenly yelled out, "Look mommy, there' Crush!"
She had the same view I had.

Smidgy?
"Grrrr."

Our blackened kitty came, and it was really good, served right on top of some garlic mashed potatoes, I believe. Much tastier than the Mahi mahi, and not at all fishy.

It was then time to order desert, and , like I said, we can't remember what she had. They had a cheesecake on the list, a sundae, and a couple of other things, but it escapes us now.

I ordered the Chocalate Wave, oh man, was this good. And Rich.
She had a Pez dispenser.

And with that we are done. Even though it's one of the cheaper things on the menu, I highly taut the catfish, there, and the lobster bisque, and the Wave.

There really wasn't much time to spare, our seating is for the first Candlelight Processional of the night, so we hoofed it over there.
Naturally, we had to pick the restaurant that was the furthest from the American Pavillion as possible, and still be in the same county.

Just enough time left for a quick smoke, we walked past an incredible line for the Candlelight Processional. This was the big advantage of having the dining plan now, we stuck the stickers we got at Coral Reef on our shirts, and entered from the left side of the theater with about twenty minutes to go.

For the five o'clock show it was still light out, and this could have taken a little bit out of it.

First the orchestra take their seats, then singers and choir groups from all over the country slowly walk in wearing robes and holding candles. This is then followed by cast members, and then a specialty choir.
Candles in the daylight? Not quited as effective.

The entire stage was just packed!

After a song, the guest narrator came out. Now, here we go, I'm going to get in trouble here.

I think her name is Monique Coleman, no, I"ve never heard of her before, I'm told she is one of the stars from High School Musical. But she's young, and still has that teenage girl's type of voice.

She would read part of the Christmas story, then it would lead into a song.
It was terrific! Even I got goosebumps a couple of times, even though I wasn't crazy about the way my favorite song, "Oh Holy Night" got jazzed up a bit.

Miss Coleman was also pretty good, but no James Earl Jones.

As I said, it was the sound of her voice. A little valley girlish.

I kept waiting for her to say something like:

"And then, like, these three dudes came from the east, like, bringing these gifts. Yeah, two of them brought, like, gold and frankensense, you know? Then the third one said, "My bad, all I have is myrrh." "

No, that didn't happen, but I was like, expecting it, you know?

Well, the show was proceeding just nicely, warm and fuzzy feelings all around.

Until what passes for my mind had to get in the act.

It's like this, those of you that know me now, know how I like to play with words, and change words or lyrics to poems or songs.

And that is exactly what I had done a few weeks earlier, all because my beloved Bears stunk up the league this year. Once the Christmas carols started on the radio, I couldn't help but start adding my own words to one of them.

If they wouldn't have performed that song, all would have been ok.

But they did.

And all my brain is hearing is the butchered version I made up.

The Little Drummer Boy.

"My Bears get beaten like a drum dum dum, dum."

"My sundays really are no fun dum dum, dum."

"The coaches treat us like we're dumb dum dum, dum."

"Grossman our quarterback's a bum, bum bum, bum, no shotgun gun gun, gun, just run run run, run."

"We never get to say we won dum dum, dum."

"I'm done done done, done."

See what I mean? That can suck a little of the warm fuzzy feeling outta the show.

I can't help it, it's just me.

I liked the show a lot. Diane loved it. I wanted to see if everbody in line got into the first show, but it was too hard to tell.

One thing that dissapointed me was that the entire time, the singers are all holding candles, I was sure I'd catch one of them accidentally blowing out their candle while singing, but I never caught one.

I know, the things I look for!
One girl almost fainted though, she was in the front row and just sat down in the middle of a song. Within 30 seconds three morlocks flew out of the sides, one replaced her while the other two hauled the stricken one away, to be eaten I presumed.

After rereading this, I guess I can throw away any aspirations I might have had writing press releases for Disney.

When it was over, it had just turned dark out. It's only six o'clock and I'm not used to it getting dark here that early. Neither of us wanted to overdue it that first day, so we slowly walked towards the exit, looking at the sights.


Ok, I suppose I should have editted out the Bears song part, but that's something that really dates this chapter for me so I left it in.

If you can get a CP package without paying 2 credits it's definately worth it, just for the reserved seating and not having to wait. ok, c'ya soon, where shall we go next?

 

[lisalonglash]

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Ok, ok, it might have been the "foot" of the table. Guess it's all in the perspective.

I prefer it my way.

You're right, it was the head of the table

Fine, I'll dip my water chestnuts in This Bowl.

Wow! She can't hear her either? This is the woman that can hear a coffee maker when she is sleeping that I forgot to turn it on and it's not perking.

There's a class we all attend, Nebo. Deal with it

SPOILER ALERT COMING UP!

The chef made a volcano out of onion rings. Smoke and all.

Ok, you can come back now.

Oh man, now you've ruined it for me

Never tell a man he has a little volcano, I guess.

Lesson learnt

Lunch was over an hour and 15 minutes ago. Our plans were just shot. I could tell that there wasn't anything left to accomplish here, and we took off.

 

[lisalonglash]

"And you sir, what is your name?"
"Stefan". remember, suavvy and deboner.

Yes, yes you are, Stefan

But she couldn't see the sea turtle from her view, he only kept coming so close, and then would swim away. "Hey, there he is again!"
I was having great sport with her, and it was starting to bug her.
She just was never looking when he came close enough for her to see from her vantage point. Meanwhile, sharks , eels, tons of other fishes are just swimming right up to the glass, but she didn' t care, she wanted Crush.

A little girl behind me suddenly yelled out, "Look mommy, there' Crush!"
She had the same view I had.

Smidgy?
"Grrrr."

You're lucky Smidgy is so kind. There would've been seat-changing goin' on at our table if I couldn't see Crush

I ordered the Chocalate Wave, oh man, was this good. And Rich.
She had a Pez dispenser.

Kewl. Was it at least a Minnie Mouse dispenser? Cuz that would've totally trumped your piddly wave!

"And then, like, these three dudes came from the east, like, bringing these gifts. Yeah, two of them brought, like, gold and frankensense, you know? Then the third one said, "My bad, all I have is myrrh." "

Like, gag me. Thanks so totally for putting that moronic slang into my head. I'll send you a bill for the brain-cleaning later

After rereading this, I guess I can throw away any aspirations I might have had writing press releases for Disney.

They would be beyond lucky to have you write for them!

 

[Backstage_Gal]

I am woefully behind on both your threads, sadly. At least I dont have medical excuse this tiime., woot. I promise to catch up shortly, and in the meantime, sending you some kartoffeln and schnitzel (never with noodles, whoever made that up did it only for rhyming). And if you dont get that reference, ask Ponzi, lol

Oh wait, you werent talking about schnitzel?
Never mind.....

 

[McDisney]

I kept waiting for her to say something like:

"And then, like, these three dudes came from the east, like, bringing these gifts. Yeah, two of them brought, like, gold and frankensense, you know? Then the third one said, "My bad, all I have is myrrh." "

No, that didn't happen, but I was like, expecting it, you know?

It's, like, this one time, at band camp.....

 

[nebo]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlfc8zZF7Wc
Please click on this if I can get it to work, it really is funny stuff. I think this was gotten down the line from Princess Tiffany.

 

[McDisney]

Good stuff right there

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlfc8zZF7Wc
Please click on this if I can get it to work, it really is funny stuff. I think this was gotten down the line from Princess Tiffany.

 

[kelleigh1]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jlfc8zZF7Wc
Please click on this if I can get it to work, it really is funny stuff. I think this was gotten down the line from Princess Tiffany.

 

[nebo]

Ok, for this next review, we are going to lose the pomp and circumstance, whatever that means, and we're just going to have fun.

May, 2007, Boma's!

And I truly believe an entire day at Epcot doesn't take as much out of you as 4 hours at a water park does.
Originally, this was going to be dinner at the Maya Grill, at Coranado Springs. We've eaten there before from a previous stay and to this day it is still the best fillet I have ever had. But Diane's goal in life is to eat at every single table service restaurant on Disney property before she dies.
And I'm all for that.

You figure out what I was pertainting to, heh heh.


Or we go broke.
And even though we have stayed at Animal Kingdom Lodge, it was only a short stay, our first trip back once reunited actually, and we never ate at Boma's. Nor Jiko for that matter. And since I'm driving anyway,,,, ok, why not?

I just had one rule.
When we are at the tables picking out our food, you WILL be with me at all times, and you WON"T let me put anything on my plate that I don't realize what the stuffage is! Remeber, I don't see good!

I do not want to hear halfway through a mouthfull,
"So, hows the platypus?"

I'm not really sure which resort has the bigger WOW factor in the lobby, AKL or WL. I DO know that if you want a savannah view, the price gets up closer to the Poly leaving WL in the dust.

Eventually it was time for our ADR, and even though the waiting area was mobbed, we only waited ten minutes.
They seated us at one of those small two seater tables that I'm not crazy about, but, whatchagonnado?

Now, I can totally understand that many of you are waiting on pins and needles for my critique, of the Ristorante, Boma. And I can totally understand that, considering my vast culinary knowledge in all things fine dining.
I am up for the challenge, and I shall not dissapoint.

Let me simply say,

The vittles here are really weird!

After we got our mini table, it was time to start.
And I wouldn't let Diane get more than 3 feet away from me. One problem right off the bat, was I was afraid I was going to eat things right off a bat.

Ok, that sentence derailed mid-way through.
I meant to say "one problem right off the bat" was that all the labels for the vittles, had really small labels attached to them. And labels that are displayed really low. Why should this be a problem you ask? I'll be more than happy to tell you, my friends.

I can't see them.
They are too little for the "regular" part of my glasses, but too far away for the bifocal part. So, for me to read them, I would have to make an entire fool out of myself, and do the duck walk, by the tables. Now, I have nothing against making a fool out of myself, as you all well know, But I did see the "Just say no to Limbo" sign, and I will never again argue with that sign, yes, been there, done that, blown that knee out.

This now leaves me totally at Dianes' mercy.
Most intelligent people know better than to be dropped off here.

"Honey, you love me right?"
"Of course I do, why do you ask now?" she said.

"Because I like to hear it now and then, that's all. "

We started with salads.
There was this big bowl of weeds, and I mean dark, green weeds, this you are supposed to "tong" onto your plate.
I have never been that fond of green food. And the darker the green, the ickier it is. This was mostly "Forrest Green".
I prefer "light green" or "khaki green". Just not "forrest green".
And I could tell the guy standing next to me , who was using the tongs to sift through it felt the same way.

All of a sudden, a small piece of daylight appeared.
Could it be?
Yes!

That is a big piece of Iceberg lettuce if I ever saw one.
Only problem was, he saw it too.

He froze, glanced at me standing next to him, and time stopped!
We both slowly turned back to the bowl.

You could hear the music in the background,
"Tuley tuley Loo,,, wha wha wha"

Time not only started up again, it went into hyper mode.

He had position on me, plus he had the tongs, but these are not "easy squeezy tongs," these are the "one in each hand" tongs. Unless you are a chef, to a novice these are pretty much useless, especially when used under stress in the heat of battle.

He drew first.
His right hand came up and he pulled the trigger trying to "scoop" that piece of iceberg out of there. I immediately grabbed my "as of yet, unused fork' in my left hand.

When it slid back off his tong, into the bowl, I just stabbed it. As I was extricating my prize from the rest of the savannah, we both saw the reason he couldn't grab it. It was still attached to another huge piece of iceberg that had remained hidden. this was now like a bonus prize form "The Claw".

Gleaming, I turned to him as he was staring in disbelief, and said,
"Don't feel badly, I'm not really left handed."
( a Princess Bride reference)


This was followed by, "Are you done playing?"

Oh, yeah, Diane. She was behind, waiting.

She then directed me to what I can adorn the "salad" with, but now I'm looking for dressing.

I'm used to Italian, French, Russian, Thousand Island, those ones.

Not Kenyan, Ugandan, Nairobi.
I chose the Mozambique, it looked like french to me.
Ok, I made the last part up. Can't remember what I put on it.
I then found this stuff that looked surprisingly like macaroni salad. As I was putting some on my plate I asked her, "These aren't maggots, are they?"
"No, of course not, stop it!" "Besides, can't you see the holes going through the center?"

"Yeah, I just thought that they might have been filleted first."



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Once I finished chopping it up, my bacon bits, croutons, shredded cheese, pieces of hard boiled ostrich eggs, shredded onions, sunflower seeds, and culy noodles, with a hint of iceberg lettuce, came out pretty good. I also had taken a bowl of this extremely exotic soup, ,,,chicken.
Well, that's what the sign said, anyway, right Diane?
Diane?

But it was "white" chicken soup.
I never saw "white" chicken soup. To me, chicken soup is kinda yellow.
"It's because of all the sunlight," she told me. "The chickens are all albino."

As I was eating it, the nickel dropped in.
"Wait a minute!"
"All chickens are albino!"

And it didn't taste like chicken soup to me, not sure what it DID taste like, but it wasn't chicken soup.
Halfway through, I pushed it away.

We go back up there for the main courses, but, now I don't trust her.
Nope, not at all.
I think she wanted that piece of iceberg lettuce.

But this is the most critical time of all, the main course, mystery meat, and when I need her help.

Salads are one thing, now we are talking major mystery meat.

"Honey? You still love me, right?"

"UP YOURS!"

Yep, she wanted that piece of iceberg after all.

I'm lost.

I can't trust her now. She has this evil smirk every time I ask her something, and if she does answer, it kept ending with, "Mbwhahahaha!"

I started putting some white stuff on my plate, it looked like a kind of potatoes, scalloped.
She stopped me. "Trust me, you don't want that." What is it?
"I don't know," she said, "I don't recognize the name from all ears menu."
" But it looks and smells like some kind of herring in a cauliflower based sauce."

Now, I have no idea if they even have yucky cauliflower in Africa, and I'm not really buying the herring bit either. But this little nebo isn't taking any chances.
Then I come across something that looks like smoked sausage.
"WHat's this"? I asked.
"Sausage".
" I know that, but what kind?"
"Sausage, that's all it says. "

Great. I took some. Maybe I'm eating platypus after all.

Then I came across these things that looked like tater tots. Or Hush puppies. They gotta be safe, right? I put a bunch on my plate. I grabbed some bread, and since Smidgy was occupied, and I didn't trust her anymore anyway, I just took little tablespoons of things that I don't know what they are, and put them on my plate.
When she caught up to me, she looked at my plate, but didn't say a word.
Shoot. I didn't t know if that's a good sign or bad.

With me leading, we got up to the carving kiosk.

"OH GEEZ! That things' still got a huge bone sticking out of it , or maybe a horn!"

"No, Steve, that's a skewer, it keeps the meat from falling apart."
"I knew that!"
"Just checking." I said.

The guy there was slicing off prime rib, and one big chunk was lamb.

No, I don't like dead sheep. The smell really bothers me, so i got a slice of beef and hurried away.
I've still only got half a plate full, and went back against the grain looking for what I might have missed.
There has to be some kind of potatoes here, somewhere.

Just then a server came behind the serving tables, and I cheated, and asked him.
He pointed me to a bin that at first didn't look like potatoes to me, so, I actually pretended to drop my napkin and squatted down to read the sign.

"Potatoe Afritude"
Yes, I think I have that right.

Well, I get enough "Afritude" as it is, I don't need any potatoes giveing me any more, so I passed on it, and grabbed a piece of bread.

Go ahead, find the butter. I dare you!
Back at the table, our waitress came by, who had the incredibly difficult task of bringing us our cokes, and, um, well, I guess, finding us again.

And I asked her for butter. It seemed like the logical , and easy way out , thing to do, right?

Au Contraire!
Whichever African country she originated in, evidently they don't have a word for butter. And the more I tried to explain it, the worse she got confused.

And then I did what I always do when I have a language problem with somebody.
I make this feeble attempt to talk in Spanish.
Which, I can't speak either.

"Senora? Uno buttero, por favor?"
yep, that'll work.

I was afraid it was about to get to the point where I am in the aisle on my hands and knees, with Diane standing behind me making the milking motion, and then grabbing the broom from the guy nearbye who was sweeping, and making the "churning" motion, but I got the message across by picking up my bread, and pretending to spread something on it with my knife.

'OH! You want Budder!"

"Si".

Ok, dinner actually was very good, believe it or not, I recommend the place.
I just wish my brain hadn't thought that the round type things that looked like tater tots hadn't also come up with the word, hush puppies.

It took me quite a while to get the "puppy" part out of my mind.

I believe they are really called "falefels" Or something really close.
And boy, are they good!

Tater tots with a kick!

And for once, I wasn't totally stuffed yet, and boy, am I glad.
I went back up to the desert table, totally on my own, and grabbed this here thing called a "Zebra Dome".


I hate using the phrase, "to die for" but the Zebra Domes come awful darn close.

Really, we liked it here a lot, it just blew away last nights' dinner at Shutters.

Back in the present, unfortunately, as we get older we eat less and less at buffets, and with the price ot Boma' now in the upper thirties,,, I'm afraid we'd take a beating eating there,,,,,, but if there is free dining? Dat's anudder story.

footnote*
be glad you didn't have to see the cow costumed I was in once that got posted the next day after this report first came out in the trippy.

 

[lisalonglash]

Ok, for this next review, we are going to lose the pomp and circumstance, whatever that means, and we're just going to have fun.

What is this pomp & circumstance of which you speak, Stefan?

But Diane's goal in life is to eat at every single table service restaurant on Disney property before she dies.
And I'm all for that.

You figure out what I was pertainting to, heh heh.

You are such a GUY!

When we are at the tables picking out our food, you WILL be with me at all times, and you WON"T let me put anything on my plate that I don't realize what the stuffage is! Remeber, I don't see good!

Way to take all the fun out of it, Nebo!

I do not want to hear halfway through a mouthfull,
"So, hows the platypus?"

So, how did Perry taste? I'm thinking a bit tough and chewy...

Gleaming, I turned to him as he was staring in disbelief, and said,
"Don't feel badly, I'm not really left handed."
( a Princess Bride reference)

OK, before you post such things, you really need to preface it with a warning. I think "before you read this, make sure you (a) are not drinking/eating anything; and (b) warn your family that you may make startling sounds" would be appropriate. I scared the crap out of my 9yo son with my very loud guffawing!

I then found this stuff that looked surprisingly like macaroni salad. As I was putting some on my plate I asked her, "These aren't maggots, are they?"
"No, of course not, stop it!" "Besides, can't you see the holes going through the center?"

"Yeah, I just thought that they might have been filleted first."

Again, the warning needs to be here...

"Honey? You still love me, right?"

"UP YOURS!"

You go, Smidgy!

I just took little tablespoons of things that I don't know what they are, and put them on my plate.

That's what you're supposed to do in a situation like that, Nebo, take a bit of everything!

Well, I get enough "Afritude" as it is, I don't need any potatoes giveing me any more, so I passed on it, and grabbed a piece of bread.

Is there such a thing as too much Afritude? I think not!

I hate using the phrase, "to die for" but the Zebra Domes come awful darn close.

Don't judge, but I'm one of those people that doesn't dig the Zebra domes

Back in the present, unfortunately, as we get older we eat less and less at buffets, and with the price ot Boma' now in the upper thirties,,, I'm afraid we'd take a beating eating there,,,,,, but if there is free dining? Dat's anudder story.

footnote*
be glad you didn't have to see the cow costumed I was in once that got posted the next day after this report first came out in the trippy.

Oh, how I FD! Boma is on my short list for September! I don't remember the cow costume, but now I wanna see (again?). Come on, you KNOW you want to share it!

 

[McDisney]

Cow Costume! Cow Costume!

Just kidding

siagi = Swahili for butter

 

[smidgy]

You aren't going to post that picture again, right?
Tell me you're not, really, don't do it.

You are going to, aren't you?

 

[nebo]

OK, before you post such things, you really need to preface it with a warning. I think "before you read this, make sure you (a) are not drinking/eating anything; and (b) warn your family that you may make startling sounds" would be appropriate. I scared the crap out of my 9yo son with my very loud guffawing!

Boy, you sure do know how to make me happy.


That's what you're supposed to do in a situation like that, Nebo, take a bit of everything!

Nope, don't like mystery food, YOU take a little bit of everything and tell me which ones I'll like.

Is there such a thing as too much Afritude? I think not!



Don't judge, but I'm one of those people that doesn't dig the Zebra domes



Oh, how I FD! Boma is on my short list for September! I don't remember the cow costume, but now I wanna see (again?). Come on, you KNOW you want to share it!

Cow Costume! Cow Costume!



siagi = Swahili for butter

Oh what the heck, nobody's reading any of this anyway:

from a Halloween party back in the nineties, Smidgy and me, I'm the one not holding the pail.

Coming up is a short review of Shutters

 

[nebo]

This is a mini-review of Shutters.

May, 2006

We didn't like it.

Thank you.


Tonight, it is time for Shutters.

Adr for 8, so, after lying around a bit, we took a slow walk over there.
Both of us really love the theming here, the best word I can think of to descibe it is "Cheery".




When we got there, I was surprised by the line. She went up and said our name, we were told about 15 minutes, and handed us a vibrator, buzzer, a "Yoo Hoo, your table is ready" thing.


We went back outside to wait, but the durn thing wouldn't vibrate, so we kept checking back in.
After a half hour went by, we asked again, and the girl said now it's ready. And just then the thing went off, I guess that makes it official.

A food critic, I am not, and to be honest, I'll be darned if I can remember what we had for appetizers, maybe Diane can help me here.

I do know that I ordered a sirloin, while Diane had the prime rib.

She said her prime rib was just ok, but my sirloin?
You know how when you go in a movie theatre and you smell the popcorn and it's like WOW!, I gotta have some, and then you get about 2 inches down in the big cup and now it tastes like crap?

This steak was kinda like that. It looked great, and smelled great, and the first bite was just fine. I really don't know what I didn't like about it, but by the 3rd piece, I was already tired of it. I ordered medium, and that's how it came, but it just seemed like I had to do way to much chewing before it was ready to be swallowed. Did you ever give a dog a piece of licorice or a stick of gum and just watch him try to chew it? That's how I looked.

3 forkfulls into it and I was exhausted.

For dessert, we both ordered the cheescake, but brought it back to the room with us and put it in the fridge.
The strangest thing about the restaurant though, which amused me to no end, was, we had a booth next to a wall. And right above the seat on my side was a little wooden door. (shutter?)
So of course I had to play with it.
And I found out that the thing actually opened. So I opened it.

Not 3 feet away I'm looking right at this guy chowing down on his cheeseburger at a table in the food court. This just seemed like the strangest thing.

I felt kind of like the guy in the main door to the Emerald City, that peeks out of the little door in the big door and tells Dorothy, "Well, that's a horse of a different color! C'mon in."

Across the table sat his wife, I guess, but they were oblivious to me. I was about 2 feet higher up then they were, and not at eye level.

I should have just quietly closed the door, and left them alone.

Nah!

"Hey!, that burger any good?"

This look of shock and amazement came over him, and he looked behind him and to his right, to the aisle, but not at the wall right next to him, hey, most walls don't talk!

Then he looked up at the ceiling, I think he thought he might be having an epiphany. His wife didn't hear me, so she's looking at him like he's totally lost it, so, my work being done, I just quietly closed the door and left them to figure it out.

That is the highlight of eating at Shutters, although I have to admit, I did have fun.

 

[basketlacey]

Your reviews are hysterical! Thank you for adding some great laughs to my lunch!

 

[nebo]

Your reviews are hysterical! Thank you for adding some great laughs to my lunch!

And thank you for telling me that, I've had a lot of fun doing the trip reports and just thought that some of the dining parts might get a few laughs over here.
We are going to be more recent in the next review, as we only go back to last year for Ohana, but be warned, this review is not going to be for the squeemish.

 

[lisalonglash]

Adr for 8, so, after lying around a bit, we took a slow walk over there.
Both of us really love the theming here, the best word I can think of to descibe it is "Cheery".

I approve of Cheery

Did you ever give a dog a piece of licorice or a stick of gum and just watch him try to chew it? That's how I looked.

3 forkfulls into it and I was exhausted.

Again, needed a warning

And right above the seat on my side was a little wooden door. (shutter?)
So of course I had to play with it.
And I found out that the thing actually opened. So I opened it.

I should have just quietly closed the door, and left them alone.

Nah!

What fun would that have been?! You did the right thing

"Hey!, that burger any good?"

This look of shock and amazement came over him, and he looked behind him and to his right, to the aisle, but not at the wall right next to him, hey, most walls don't talk!

Then he looked up at the ceiling, I think he thought he might be having an epiphany. His wife didn't hear me, so she's looking at him like he's totally lost it, so, my work being done, I just quietly closed the door and left them to figure it out.

That is the highlight of eating at Shutters, although I have to admit, I did have fun.

 

[lisalonglash]

from a Halloween party back in the nineties, Smidgy and me, I'm the one not holding the pail.

Awesomeness! Farmer Smidgy and her teat-ular bovine! Love it!!!

 

[nebo]

Ok, I'm finishing re-touching up my Ohana review, should be up in a little while, but again, this review doesn't stop with the paying of the check, though you may wish to do so in your reading but if any of you are as dumb as I, you stand a chance to learn something usefull,,,, OHHH BOOOOOY can this knowledge be usefull!

The good news is, there will be no more cow pictures,
it was udderly stupid to post it anyway.