Reviews You can't use! Review #15, The Angry Rude Planet!
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I started in the beginning saying that I'm going to give you the whole, ENTIRE dining experience, and oh boy, does that apply in this coming chapter.
This is your last chance, go baaaaaack!
You have been warned!
_______________________________________________
July, 2010
Dinner tonight is out of pocket, and at a place Diane has wanted to go back to for some time now, Ohana's.
We have only eaten here once before, and that was almost 5 years ago so she was really looking forward to it.
Just as we get near the bus stop, we see the last people boarding a bus and we run for it. Just caught it in time, we did, and even got seats to boot and sat down.
As the bus pulls away I started looking around, this bus was 90 percent girls, and all wearing orange shirts.
And all talking at once, but in English, no, not Brazillians but Americans.
And were they ever LOUD!
I gave Smidgy the raised eyebrow this time, after trying to read one of their shirts she told me, "Girls Scout Troop."
"What? Girls Shout Troop?" At least I got a chuckle out of her.
And again, why can't they all text each other like they usually do? But really, I didn't care, they were all having a blast and weren't threatening or rude in the slightest.
At MK, we opted to take the ferry over to the Poly, didn't have a long wait and by the time we reached the dock, we had finished our fuzzy cups and were ready to go have a smoke first and then check in.
(Fuzzy cup definition: a Dixie grab and go, hot or cold cup with a lid that feels strange to the touch, very usefull in bringing mobil screwdrivers or highballs with you on long journeys)
After killing some time at the DSA and just walking around, we climbed the stairs and went and found the podium outside Ohana's where there was a long line checking in. This didn't look good and when it was finally our turn at the altar the girl told us it could be twenty minutes or so for our table, and she gave Smidgy a vibrator.
Sorry, buzzer.
Back to the smoking area we go, and after 20 minutes go by, I was wondering if maybe we are out of range after all.
Once more, up the stairs we go, now there is only a short line but we wen't right to the front and asked what happened to our ressie.
The girl seemed to look at us like she is seeing us for the first time, then she checks her board and says it will be about 20 minutes for a table. Yes, this was a routine that was repeated just recently at Saana.
Diane very quickly told her that that's what she said 20 minutes ago when she gave us the buzzer, and held it up.
(boy, it wasn't until I re-read this review that I saw how similar it started out with the podium girl)
"Oh," the girl responded, "I'll see if I can hurry it up."
We just hung around up there for awhile, walking around the atrium, looking at the jungle and waterfall inside.
It really is pretty, Diane mentioned.
I then mentioned that I'll bet it's even prettier on a FULL STOMACH!
And then the buzzer went off.
We were seated near this huge fireplace/oven/stove, a waiter showed up and I ordered a Coke, Diane an iced tea and he said he'd be back with our drinks.
(like I said, this is out of pocket and we spent enough this trip, don't want to buy a couple of ten dollar drinks on top of the meal)
Around us a woman is leading kids in coconut relays and some races I didn't understand, but every one was having a good time, then the waiter showed back up with our drinks.
"Here you are, now let me tell you how this works here."
"We are going to start you out with a salad, then we are going to bring you out skewers of chicken, shrimp, pork and beef, noodles, ,,,,,"
At this point I perked up, and leaned over to Diane and said, "Noodles, wow, must be some really teeny, tiny, but really lonnng skewers."
Then I looked back up to the waiter, who was giving me that patient, "Are you finished" look.
And just before he started up again, I leaned back to Smidgy and said, "How'd you like to be the guy that has to thread all those noodles down onto the skewer? I'll bet his hand has to look like a pincush........"
"Yes Steve, we get it, please stop."
I folded my hands in front of me on the table, and innocently looked back at the waiter.
This time he wasn't gonna wait.
"A BOWL of noodles, skewers of chicken, shrimp, pork,,,,,,"
I interrupted him again.
"Oh, shrimp?"
"How is the shrimp prepared?" I really wanted to know this, I'm not a big seafood eater.
Without missing a beat, he leaned a little closer to me and with a straight face said;
"Oh, we don't treat them any differently."
"We tell them right to their face they're gonna die."
It took me a couple of seconds to get the meaning of the way he used the word "prepared", and it was all I could do to keep a straight face, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.
I just looked up at him and nodded.
He went on, finished by telling us about bread pudding for dessert and left, but not before Smidgy told him that we didn't want to be rushed.
Had to admit to myself, damn, that was a good line and had to laugh a bit.
So since Smidgy told him we didn't want to be rushed, one guy shows up with a bowl of salad, another guy is popping chicken off a skewer onto our plates, somebody shows up with something else and it was like they were lining up to be the first on their block to serve us something.
No, there was no holding them back.
Now, did you see what happened in that conversation I had with the waiter?
That's right, I never did get my question answered, and it's important.
You see, I am not a big fish, or anything that comes from under the water fan. I can take the usual friday night beer battered cod fish fry, or some breaded deep fried shrimp, but that's about the end of it.
Smidgy is the big shrimp lover, and here the guy comes now. Of course, I have a mouthful when he shows up, so instead of asking him about the shrimp, I just held up two fingers signifying how many to put on my plate, and slides two of them off the skewer.
Did I mention that it's pretty dark over our table, and with the fireplace/oven/stove, blazing in my eyes, it's hard for me to see what's on my plate.
Then a guy shows up with some pork on a stick, and now my plate is a confusing mess.
One thing I did know by now was that I just love the noodles, man were they tasty.
The pork was also very good and so were the hunks of beef he slid off his pointy weapon, I expected the steak to be tough but not so.
But it was the noodles I couldn't stop eating, like a pilaf.
As I was scooping another pile of them on my fork, I accidentally scooped in something that had infiltrated the noodles.
And it was crunchy.
I knew it was the shrimp, and with the noodles going in at the same time I figured it was some really crunchy breading they bake or fry them in, and just kept chewing.
Hey, not bad, went good with the noodles, and I saw that the noodles I had added to my plate were also hiding the second piece of shrimp, so I did the same scoop again.
And I started chewing.
As I was starting to think that maybe something isn't quite right here, since this was apparently a much bigger shrimp, Diane said something to me that just barely registered because I was beginning to concentrate on my chewing.
"Have you tried the peel and eat shrimp, Honey?"
I barely heard this, but slowly, slowly, it seeped into my rapidly becoming numb brain, and time seemed to slow down.
Her simple statement started out like this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
then became????????????????????????
and finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
peel and eat, peel and eat, peelandeat, peelandeatpeelandeatpeelandeat..........
This is why I tried to find out how the shrimp was prepared. I don't like to peel the food I'm about to eat. I don't
like having to undress my food first, fondle my food and I certainly don't like to have to take off skins, shells, membranes, carapaces or whatever when it's on my plate.
In mid chew, I grabbed my napkin and spit the rest into it, but it was too late, I had already eaten half of this one and the whole other one. It was all I could do to keep everything down at that point.
"Diane, please, if you love me you will not mention the shrimp again, ok?"
"I'll explain later."
Ya think I was very careful after that?
But my stomach was doing flip flops the whole rest of the way.
I didn't touch the bread pudding when it came, Smidgy said it was "superb".
Then I paid.
______________________________________________
Walking out of the building we decided to take tha ferry back again, and standing at the end of the pier, something didn't feel right with me.
No, not right at all.
The boat pulls up, and just when we got on, I was hit with a huge cramp, almost doubled me over.
After taking my seat, a second one came on.
This is not good.
All I kept thinking was that this is not a good night to dally on the way back to the resort.
Wanna guess what's waiting for us back at the Magic Kingdom?
That's right, we timed the Electrical Water Pageant just perfect, or so it seemed at first.
I thought I was doomed.
But no, this captain wasn't waiting for anything, and drove around the end of the parade and pulled up at the dock with a minimal delay, bless his heart.
We got off the boat and I was thinking I better hit a bathroom before we head to the bus stop, but I didnt have the slightest clue where they are here, and it is pitch black out, just a lot of lights shining in my eyes.
Again, Smidgy is off to the races, heading to the bus stop and I followed a good way behind.
The cramps had subsided for a little bit, but now they are back in full force as we reach the Music bus stop.
And there is not a soul in line ahead of us.
Oh no, this is not good, I think.
"Damn, we must have just missed one!"
Then I told Smidgy about my dilemma, which rhymes with enema, which,,,,,,,,,,
This is one ailment that she can sympathize with me, now she's rooting for a quick bus as well. As we're waiting, a family of four comes and joins us and the man asks, "Did we just miss a bus?"
Believe me, in my highly agitated state it was all I could do to keep from a smartass comment.
Not five minutes passed, and a strange bus pulls up at the Music stop.
The doors open, nobody gets out but the bus driver leans way over and down and asks if we are all waiting for a bus to take us back to All Star Music.
Being the first in line and the one he was mainly talking to, this time I did crack;]
"What gave it away?"
"Was it all of us standing here under a big sign that says All Star Music that did it?"
He just laughed and said, " Well, ok then, I'll take y'all over there, no problem."
I almost tripped going up the stairs that fast.
This has never, ever happened before. This is not a Disney bus, for all I knew he was going to busjack us and hold us for ransom but I was willing to take that chance, I guess the others felt the same way cuz they joined us.
But the best part of all was, he then wouldn't wait.
He slammed the doors and pulled away with just the six of us. If I make it, he is now in my will.
Still standing, another huge cramp hit me, and I could not think straight.
I wanted to stay near the front, close to the exit, and just grabbed a pole and swung myself into a seat.
I wasn't thinking.
This is not a Disney bus.
I bashed my head on something overhead, then landed in my seat.
It wasn't the kind of head bashing that makes you see stars, or little birdies flying around, but it was a pretty good bash nonetheless.
Especially since it was on a sharp corner.
Nobody else saw this, but even still, this wasn't my main concern, my intestines were my main concern, this is just more pain, I can deal with that.
I don't believe I have ever been in such a bad situation in my whole entire life. I honestly didn't know what to do, I'm squeezing my entire body inside in hopes of making it.
The cramps were rolling in constantly now, and I was focusing on a little spot on the ceiling of the bus, I would not take my eyes off it.
And I was praying, and praying very seriously.
Well, at least at first.
I'm not good at prayer, but I said I was thankful that at least my head wan't bleeding.
Then something started crawling down the side of my head on the right.
I had my head tilted to the right to better focus on that spot on the ceiling.
No, not crawling, something is running down the side of my head, now going into my ear.
I pullled out my handkerchief, spiffy, just spiffy, my heads bleeding like a stuck pig.
Smidgy is on my left, she doesn't see me holding my hanky up to my head and I still haven't taken my eyes off that spot on the ceiling.
I went back to praying.
Once again my mind waylaid my prayers.
Meatloaf came to mind.
No, not the meal, I mean the singer, as in "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights."
Yep, he worked into my prayers.
"Praying to my God and on my mother's grave
"that we will make it in the nick of time,
"I prayed we'd make it in the nick of time."
"So now I'm praying for the end of the ride,
To hurry up and arrive,"
"Cuz if I gotta spend another minute in here
I don't think that I will really survive........."
This is just great, I am totally and completely about to burst from the inside out, my head is leaking blood down the side of my face and I'm re-writing the words to a stupid Meatloaf song.
As we got closer, Diane asked me, "Think you're gonna make it?"
"I think I'd like to buy a bowel."
We pulled up at the resort in record time, from the Poly back to Music in less than an hour, and I was out the door like a shot.
But I couldn't run, oh no, that would make me lose it. We just walked very quickly towards our room, I thought about the restroom in the lobby, but wasn't sure where it was and didn't want to waste time looking for it.
It was on the path that I realized that the Polynesian word Ohana really means, "Outta my way!"
I yelled to her, "Get the key out, get the key out!"
We ran into a slow moving family ahead of us blocking the path, I yelled "Ohana", I could see the guy was confused but the woman said something to him and I heard him say, "Oh, Ohana", and they moved aside.
WHen I got to the room, she already had the door open and I at last found Utopia.
And relief.
I was in there a while, and knew that she herself would be wanting to use it soon, so when I was done I just walked out without even looking in the mirror.
You see, I can not possibly go to the bathroom without her wanting to do the same thing after I get in. It's like she feels left out, I think.
I'm sure if I had been one to he trapped miners in Chile, and they had managed to get a porta-potty down to them, that when it was my turn to use it, as soon as I got in there would be a knock on the door and she would be asking me,
"How much longer?"
So I got out of there fast as I could, not realizing I still had blood on the side of my face.
Smidgy looked at me and,,,,,,,,,"Oh my God, what happened?"
"Trust me, it was pretty violent in there."
see? isn't sharing overrated?
We both actually like Ohana's, and NOW that I know, I'd go back again, no doubt,,,,, just keept he shrimp guy away from me!
This is probably the part where you say, "Nebo, please don't ever post on the reviews section again." Let me know what you think.
This is your last chance, go baaaaaack!
You have been warned!
_______________________________________________
July, 2010
Dinner tonight is out of pocket, and at a place Diane has wanted to go back to for some time now, Ohana's.
We have only eaten here once before, and that was almost 5 years ago so she was really looking forward to it.
Just as we get near the bus stop, we see the last people boarding a bus and we run for it. Just caught it in time, we did, and even got seats to boot and sat down.
As the bus pulls away I started looking around, this bus was 90 percent girls, and all wearing orange shirts.
And all talking at once, but in English, no, not Brazillians but Americans.
And were they ever LOUD!
I gave Smidgy the raised eyebrow this time, after trying to read one of their shirts she told me, "Girls Scout Troop."
"What? Girls Shout Troop?" At least I got a chuckle out of her.
And again, why can't they all text each other like they usually do? But really, I didn't care, they were all having a blast and weren't threatening or rude in the slightest.
At MK, we opted to take the ferry over to the Poly, didn't have a long wait and by the time we reached the dock, we had finished our fuzzy cups and were ready to go have a smoke first and then check in.
(Fuzzy cup definition: a Dixie grab and go, hot or cold cup with a lid that feels strange to the touch, very usefull in bringing mobil screwdrivers or highballs with you on long journeys)
After killing some time at the DSA and just walking around, we climbed the stairs and went and found the podium outside Ohana's where there was a long line checking in. This didn't look good and when it was finally our turn at the altar the girl told us it could be twenty minutes or so for our table, and she gave Smidgy a vibrator.
Sorry, buzzer.
Back to the smoking area we go, and after 20 minutes go by, I was wondering if maybe we are out of range after all.
Once more, up the stairs we go, now there is only a short line but we wen't right to the front and asked what happened to our ressie.
The girl seemed to look at us like she is seeing us for the first time, then she checks her board and says it will be about 20 minutes for a table. Yes, this was a routine that was repeated just recently at Saana.
Diane very quickly told her that that's what she said 20 minutes ago when she gave us the buzzer, and held it up.
(boy, it wasn't until I re-read this review that I saw how similar it started out with the podium girl)
"Oh," the girl responded, "I'll see if I can hurry it up."
We just hung around up there for awhile, walking around the atrium, looking at the jungle and waterfall inside.
It really is pretty, Diane mentioned.
I then mentioned that I'll bet it's even prettier on a FULL STOMACH!
And then the buzzer went off.
We were seated near this huge fireplace/oven/stove, a waiter showed up and I ordered a Coke, Diane an iced tea and he said he'd be back with our drinks.
(like I said, this is out of pocket and we spent enough this trip, don't want to buy a couple of ten dollar drinks on top of the meal)
Around us a woman is leading kids in coconut relays and some races I didn't understand, but every one was having a good time, then the waiter showed back up with our drinks.
"Here you are, now let me tell you how this works here."
"We are going to start you out with a salad, then we are going to bring you out skewers of chicken, shrimp, pork and beef, noodles, ,,,,,"
At this point I perked up, and leaned over to Diane and said, "Noodles, wow, must be some really teeny, tiny, but really lonnng skewers."
Then I looked back up to the waiter, who was giving me that patient, "Are you finished" look.
And just before he started up again, I leaned back to Smidgy and said, "How'd you like to be the guy that has to thread all those noodles down onto the skewer? I'll bet his hand has to look like a pincush........"
"Yes Steve, we get it, please stop."
I folded my hands in front of me on the table, and innocently looked back at the waiter.
This time he wasn't gonna wait.
"A BOWL of noodles, skewers of chicken, shrimp, pork,,,,,,"
I interrupted him again.
"Oh, shrimp?"
"How is the shrimp prepared?" I really wanted to know this, I'm not a big seafood eater.
Without missing a beat, he leaned a little closer to me and with a straight face said;
"Oh, we don't treat them any differently."
"We tell them right to their face they're gonna die."
It took me a couple of seconds to get the meaning of the way he used the word "prepared", and it was all I could do to keep a straight face, I wasn't going to give him the pleasure.
I just looked up at him and nodded.
He went on, finished by telling us about bread pudding for dessert and left, but not before Smidgy told him that we didn't want to be rushed.
Had to admit to myself, damn, that was a good line and had to laugh a bit.
So since Smidgy told him we didn't want to be rushed, one guy shows up with a bowl of salad, another guy is popping chicken off a skewer onto our plates, somebody shows up with something else and it was like they were lining up to be the first on their block to serve us something.
No, there was no holding them back.
Now, did you see what happened in that conversation I had with the waiter?
That's right, I never did get my question answered, and it's important.
You see, I am not a big fish, or anything that comes from under the water fan. I can take the usual friday night beer battered cod fish fry, or some breaded deep fried shrimp, but that's about the end of it.
Smidgy is the big shrimp lover, and here the guy comes now. Of course, I have a mouthful when he shows up, so instead of asking him about the shrimp, I just held up two fingers signifying how many to put on my plate, and slides two of them off the skewer.
Did I mention that it's pretty dark over our table, and with the fireplace/oven/stove, blazing in my eyes, it's hard for me to see what's on my plate.
Then a guy shows up with some pork on a stick, and now my plate is a confusing mess.
One thing I did know by now was that I just love the noodles, man were they tasty.
The pork was also very good and so were the hunks of beef he slid off his pointy weapon, I expected the steak to be tough but not so.
But it was the noodles I couldn't stop eating, like a pilaf.
As I was scooping another pile of them on my fork, I accidentally scooped in something that had infiltrated the noodles.
And it was crunchy.
I knew it was the shrimp, and with the noodles going in at the same time I figured it was some really crunchy breading they bake or fry them in, and just kept chewing.
Hey, not bad, went good with the noodles, and I saw that the noodles I had added to my plate were also hiding the second piece of shrimp, so I did the same scoop again.
And I started chewing.
As I was starting to think that maybe something isn't quite right here, since this was apparently a much bigger shrimp, Diane said something to me that just barely registered because I was beginning to concentrate on my chewing.
"Have you tried the peel and eat shrimp, Honey?"
I barely heard this, but slowly, slowly, it seeped into my rapidly becoming numb brain, and time seemed to slow down.
Her simple statement started out like this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
then became????????????????????????
and finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
peel and eat, peel and eat, peelandeat, peelandeatpeelandeatpeelandeat..........
This is why I tried to find out how the shrimp was prepared. I don't like to peel the food I'm about to eat. I don't
like having to undress my food first, fondle my food and I certainly don't like to have to take off skins, shells, membranes, carapaces or whatever when it's on my plate.
In mid chew, I grabbed my napkin and spit the rest into it, but it was too late, I had already eaten half of this one and the whole other one. It was all I could do to keep everything down at that point.
"Diane, please, if you love me you will not mention the shrimp again, ok?"
"I'll explain later."
Ya think I was very careful after that?
But my stomach was doing flip flops the whole rest of the way.
I didn't touch the bread pudding when it came, Smidgy said it was "superb".
Then I paid.
______________________________________________
Walking out of the building we decided to take tha ferry back again, and standing at the end of the pier, something didn't feel right with me.
No, not right at all.
The boat pulls up, and just when we got on, I was hit with a huge cramp, almost doubled me over.
After taking my seat, a second one came on.
This is not good.
All I kept thinking was that this is not a good night to dally on the way back to the resort.
Wanna guess what's waiting for us back at the Magic Kingdom?
That's right, we timed the Electrical Water Pageant just perfect, or so it seemed at first.
I thought I was doomed.
But no, this captain wasn't waiting for anything, and drove around the end of the parade and pulled up at the dock with a minimal delay, bless his heart.
We got off the boat and I was thinking I better hit a bathroom before we head to the bus stop, but I didnt have the slightest clue where they are here, and it is pitch black out, just a lot of lights shining in my eyes.
Again, Smidgy is off to the races, heading to the bus stop and I followed a good way behind.
The cramps had subsided for a little bit, but now they are back in full force as we reach the Music bus stop.
And there is not a soul in line ahead of us.
Oh no, this is not good, I think.
"Damn, we must have just missed one!"
Then I told Smidgy about my dilemma, which rhymes with enema, which,,,,,,,,,,
This is one ailment that she can sympathize with me, now she's rooting for a quick bus as well. As we're waiting, a family of four comes and joins us and the man asks, "Did we just miss a bus?"
Believe me, in my highly agitated state it was all I could do to keep from a smartass comment.
Not five minutes passed, and a strange bus pulls up at the Music stop.
The doors open, nobody gets out but the bus driver leans way over and down and asks if we are all waiting for a bus to take us back to All Star Music.
Being the first in line and the one he was mainly talking to, this time I did crack;]
"What gave it away?"
"Was it all of us standing here under a big sign that says All Star Music that did it?"
He just laughed and said, " Well, ok then, I'll take y'all over there, no problem."
I almost tripped going up the stairs that fast.
This has never, ever happened before. This is not a Disney bus, for all I knew he was going to busjack us and hold us for ransom but I was willing to take that chance, I guess the others felt the same way cuz they joined us.
But the best part of all was, he then wouldn't wait.
He slammed the doors and pulled away with just the six of us. If I make it, he is now in my will.
Still standing, another huge cramp hit me, and I could not think straight.
I wanted to stay near the front, close to the exit, and just grabbed a pole and swung myself into a seat.
I wasn't thinking.
This is not a Disney bus.
I bashed my head on something overhead, then landed in my seat.
It wasn't the kind of head bashing that makes you see stars, or little birdies flying around, but it was a pretty good bash nonetheless.
Especially since it was on a sharp corner.
Nobody else saw this, but even still, this wasn't my main concern, my intestines were my main concern, this is just more pain, I can deal with that.
I don't believe I have ever been in such a bad situation in my whole entire life. I honestly didn't know what to do, I'm squeezing my entire body inside in hopes of making it.
The cramps were rolling in constantly now, and I was focusing on a little spot on the ceiling of the bus, I would not take my eyes off it.
And I was praying, and praying very seriously.
Well, at least at first.
I'm not good at prayer, but I said I was thankful that at least my head wan't bleeding.
Then something started crawling down the side of my head on the right.
I had my head tilted to the right to better focus on that spot on the ceiling.
No, not crawling, something is running down the side of my head, now going into my ear.
I pullled out my handkerchief, spiffy, just spiffy, my heads bleeding like a stuck pig.
Smidgy is on my left, she doesn't see me holding my hanky up to my head and I still haven't taken my eyes off that spot on the ceiling.
I went back to praying.
Once again my mind waylaid my prayers.
Meatloaf came to mind.
No, not the meal, I mean the singer, as in "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights."
Yep, he worked into my prayers.
"Praying to my God and on my mother's grave
"that we will make it in the nick of time,
"I prayed we'd make it in the nick of time."
"So now I'm praying for the end of the ride,
To hurry up and arrive,"
"Cuz if I gotta spend another minute in here
I don't think that I will really survive........."
This is just great, I am totally and completely about to burst from the inside out, my head is leaking blood down the side of my face and I'm re-writing the words to a stupid Meatloaf song.
As we got closer, Diane asked me, "Think you're gonna make it?"
"I think I'd like to buy a bowel."
We pulled up at the resort in record time, from the Poly back to Music in less than an hour, and I was out the door like a shot.
But I couldn't run, oh no, that would make me lose it. We just walked very quickly towards our room, I thought about the restroom in the lobby, but wasn't sure where it was and didn't want to waste time looking for it.
It was on the path that I realized that the Polynesian word Ohana really means, "Outta my way!"
I yelled to her, "Get the key out, get the key out!"
We ran into a slow moving family ahead of us blocking the path, I yelled "Ohana", I could see the guy was confused but the woman said something to him and I heard him say, "Oh, Ohana", and they moved aside.
WHen I got to the room, she already had the door open and I at last found Utopia.
And relief.
I was in there a while, and knew that she herself would be wanting to use it soon, so when I was done I just walked out without even looking in the mirror.
You see, I can not possibly go to the bathroom without her wanting to do the same thing after I get in. It's like she feels left out, I think.
I'm sure if I had been one to he trapped miners in Chile, and they had managed to get a porta-potty down to them, that when it was my turn to use it, as soon as I got in there would be a knock on the door and she would be asking me,
"How much longer?"
So I got out of there fast as I could, not realizing I still had blood on the side of my face.
Smidgy looked at me and,,,,,,,,,"Oh my God, what happened?"
"Trust me, it was pretty violent in there."
see? isn't sharing overrated?
We both actually like Ohana's, and NOW that I know, I'd go back again, no doubt,,,,, just keept he shrimp guy away from me!
This is probably the part where you say, "Nebo, please don't ever post on the reviews section again." Let me know what you think.
Ah yes, one of my two most favorite Nebo dining adventures! I laughed just as much as the first time I read it!! Who would have guessed Ohana would become code for bathroom emergency!! 
Ohana is now a tradition for my family since I originally read this in your TR. You know this though. We eat, talk a little about Nebo, and eat shrimp MINUS the shell.
Ohana is now a tradition for my family since I originally read this in your TR. You know this though. We eat, talk a little about Nebo, and eat shrimp MINUS the shell.
tinylittlepiglet
Earning My Ears
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Have to say that these are the best reviews ever! I had a bad experience after
ohana! I collapsed in the lift at the dolphin in front of my mother but have to admit that was due to too many lapu lapus!
ohana! I collapsed in the lift at the dolphin in front of my mother but have to admit that was due to too many lapu lapus!
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can't breathe!That was one of the funniest things I've read in a loooong time! I feel for you, being caught out and about in that condition is a punishment worthy of the criminal.
So, you think you psyched yourself into colonblow or was something not right with the food in general? I bet it was the noodles
nebo
<font color=red>sharkbait<br><font color=teal>Uh o
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That story still cracks me up!
We tried Ohana on our last trip for breakfast. Very fun! The food was ok, but the characters were great. As usual, why can't they team up good food with good characters?
Marie, I can't tell you a thing about Character meals. We have never done a single one. And no way I'm forking over that kind of money for breakfast.
Ah yes, one of my two most favorite Nebo dining adventures! I laughed just as much as the first time I read it!! Who would have guessed Ohana would become code for bathroom emergency!!
Ok, now I"m wondering,,, what's the other one, I'm guesssing Rose and Frown
Ohana is now a tradition for my family since I originally read this in your TR. You know this though. We eat, talk a little about Nebo, and eat shrimp MINUS the shell.
Fine, rub it in.
Ummm, thanks. I am going to O'Hanas for the first time ever tomorrow. I think when the shrimp comes, I will now be thinking about your review.
I'm sorry Bonnie, and yes you will.
Hi TLP, I'm surprised you were able to have enough Lapu's to get that way, to me they come with a special, "curb your intake" feature, and that's the built in price.
That was one of the funniest things I've read in a loooong time! I feel for you, being caught out and about in that condition is a punishment worthy of the criminal.
So, you think you psyched yourself into colonblow or was something not right with the food in general? I bet it was the noodles
Alex, more than likely it was a combination of a few things. While the noodles were greasy, and the older I get, well,,,,but I'm also very squeemish, and the mind is a powerfull force if it thinks too much on something. Then there's the fact that Peel and Eat Shrimp is, well, supposed to be peeled before it's eaten.
I'm not sure where we are going next chapter, kind of
depends on what I find in my archives first, I guess.
nebo
<font color=red>sharkbait<br><font color=teal>Uh o
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I just realized you may wish to see who, (whom?) is making you sick to your stomachs, so here'a a picture of
Smidgy and myself taken by Tiggerwannabe when we hooked up with her and Backstage Gal one time at Beaches
and Cream. I hate to have that stupid cow picture come into mind every time you read a review.
She's really good at touching up pictures and Photoshop...
she even gave me teeth!
Smidgy and myself taken by Tiggerwannabe when we hooked up with her and Backstage Gal one time at Beaches
and Cream. I hate to have that stupid cow picture come into mind every time you read a review.
She's really good at touching up pictures and Photoshop...
she even gave me teeth!
Granfan
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Do check your receipts carefully, but the double charge may not show up. On our last day, Brown Derby informed us we had no more credits which I knew we did. It took a while to clear it up, but at least they were courteous enough and found out from the concierge I believe that Tusker House Waitress had run our card through a second time. They apologized at Brown Derby even though it wasn't their fault.
Most hilarious, witty, intelligent writing ever on the DIS 
. Just read this thread in its entirety. Haven't been this amused since Fatty McButter Pants. I am going to assume that you are a writer. If not, you have missed your calling and you should change professions last week.
I'm tired and hungry from laughing.
. Just read this thread in its entirety. Haven't been this amused since Fatty McButter Pants. I am going to assume that you are a writer. If not, you have missed your calling and you should change professions last week.I'm tired and hungry from laughing.
smidgy
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Most hilarious, witty, intelligent writing ever on the DIS
I'm tired and hungry from laughing.
well, spiffy! now you've gone and given hubby a swell head!!!
but you are right.. and he should write for a living.. you should read his trip reports.
and to all: there is nothing wrong with Ohana's .. it's just that you are not supposed to eat the shell and tail of the shrimp!!!!
Backstage_Gal
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Love that story! Still way for behind, but I PROMISE to catch up this weekend.
Remember, you have to stretch all this out till you April trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember, you have to stretch all this out till you April trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep, Nebo, you guessed correctly about my other favorite dining adventure. Rose and Frown most assuredly is a classic! I am looking forward to reading it again here!
I have to say that part of the Ohana adventure that I enjoy mentally picturing is you running to your room shouting "Ohana" like a universally recognized distress signal. Maybe that happened, maybe it's a little Nebo flair, but man is that a really funny mental picture!
I have to say that part of the Ohana adventure that I enjoy mentally picturing is you running to your room shouting "Ohana" like a universally recognized distress signal. Maybe that happened, maybe it's a little Nebo flair, but man is that a really funny mental picture!
rodeo65
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Yep, Nebo, you guessed correctly about my other favorite dining adventure. Rose and Frown most assuredly is a classic! I am looking forward to reading it again here!
I have to say that part of the Ohana adventure that I enjoy mentally picturing is you running to your room shouting "Ohana" like a universally recognized distress signal. Maybe that happened, maybe it's a little Nebo flair, but man is that a really funny mental picture!
I had the exact same mental picture.
Love your reviews nebo. This one took me over to your most recent TR and now back again. I've also started on your old reports.
Love, love,love having something hilarious and disneyous to keep me going until the day I can go back.
nebo
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Hi there. Yes, I know, this could have been avoided if we had checked the receipt, but I still wanted to kill the guy at Teppanyaki for just assuming we were the ones in error and charging our card. THEN, making us have to go and straighten it all out with our concierge,,m,grrr..
Most hilarious, witty, intelligent writing ever on the DIS
I'm tired and hungry from laughing.
i appreciate your comments, L, but the most I've ever written are a few e-mails. To be honest, this is what happens
when you put things off and keep doing that which you don't like, rather than take the time to re-think what the
heck in life you are doing. Oh, to be able to do it all over again......
Yep, Nebo, you guessed correctly about my other favorite dining adventure. Rose and Frown most assuredly is a classic! I am looking forward to reading it again here!
I have to say that part of the Ohana adventure that I enjoy mentally picturing is you running to your room shouting "Ohana" like a universally recognized distress signal. Maybe that happened, maybe it's a little Nebo flair, but man is that a really funny mental picture!
Sorry, but I can promise you that there was absolutely nothing funny that night after dinner, nothing!
...and switching tables to accomodate Paraguay.
^
Hi Josh, glad you're enjoying.
I had the exact same mental picture.
Love your reviews nebo. This one took me over to your most recent TR and now back again. I've also started on your old reports.
Love, love,love having something hilarious and disneyous to keep me going until the day I can go back.
Great, now I've got that Ro De Oh chant theme from the Wizard of Oz going in my head again.
I still cringe when I read my first trip report, I had no idea what I was doing, or how it should be done,
so I gave up trying to do it right, and just did it
be silly and please myself.
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