I won't even try and compete with the extensive food reviews that appear on this board. Heck, we didn't even take any pictures! Of course, with twin girls celebrating their 2nd birthday we were either catching crayons before they dropped or moving the knives out of the way. So, how do you spend six evenings on property with two little urchins? Suffice it to say the we didn't let it stop us (much).
The line up was pretty much on the fly for our dinners, just two ADRs made ahead of time and the others made the day of. Fortunately, we went for early dinners with the girls so it was easy to get tables. The lineup was:
Monday arrival: (flight was late) take out at Big River Grille
Tuesday: Flying Fish with grandpa (who made the drive from Hilton Head for the girls' birthday)
Wednesday: Princess Breakfast in Norway; ESPN Club dinner (no, really!)
Thursday: Victoria & Alberts (best $120 babysitting bill ever)
Friday: late lunch at Rose & Crown followed by take-out pizza slices after Illuminations
Saturday: Jiko
Sunday: Big River Grille (groan . . . again!)
I will not remember everything, will only occasionally consult menus (so don't get snippy if I don't get the name right
), and will probably make strange references to Spoodles along the way. Comments are welcome, sarcastic remarks appreciated and commiseration over having twin toddlers enthusiastically received.
Big River Grille take-out:
So, we arrive 2 hours late in Orlando. Grumpy. Instead of a town car the company sends a van since "we can't put two child seats in a town car." Uh, sure, must be a Florida thing cause they sure do it here in the North. Grumpier (that should have been the 8th dwarf). Check in at the Boardwalk. Happy. We're at the far end of the building involving several horror movie length hallways. I don't know, none of the other dwarves fit the emotion so let's move straight to Hungry. We're not going anywhere, we're not ordering private dining (nice euphemism that) and I don't want to change diapers so I'm in charge of rustling up some food.
We figured some club sandwiches or something would go well and I figured Big River Grille would be the best option. I was always pretty good at math but my figuring did not add up. Nope. Not many sandwich options there. So it was the:
Chicken Alfredo:
Maybe it was the famished taste buds (can they even BE famished?) that made this so tasty. Maybe it was the extra time walking from the restaurant to the room (which was like walking from DC to NY) that allowed the flavors to meld further. Maybe it was the Sweet Magnolia Brown that I had while waiting for the food to come up. Or maybe just the low expectations. Not sure but this was a really tasty dish (not 5 star tasty but pretty good). The sauce had the right mix of cream, butter and parmesan cheese. The penne was just fine. The chicken was tender. Oh and this was dinner for the girls so I didn't get to eat much of it as they wolfed it down right quick.
Blackened Mahi Sandwich:
Yes, yes, I did get a sandwich but it was the only sandwich on the menu (unless you purists count hamburgers). It was average. Overcooked, boring, well, you get the idea. This was the adults meal but we did steal a few bites from the kids. Bad parents.
Next installment: Flying Fish for 5.
The line up was pretty much on the fly for our dinners, just two ADRs made ahead of time and the others made the day of. Fortunately, we went for early dinners with the girls so it was easy to get tables. The lineup was:
Monday arrival: (flight was late) take out at Big River Grille
Tuesday: Flying Fish with grandpa (who made the drive from Hilton Head for the girls' birthday)
Wednesday: Princess Breakfast in Norway; ESPN Club dinner (no, really!)
Thursday: Victoria & Alberts (best $120 babysitting bill ever)
Friday: late lunch at Rose & Crown followed by take-out pizza slices after Illuminations
Saturday: Jiko
Sunday: Big River Grille (groan . . . again!)
I will not remember everything, will only occasionally consult menus (so don't get snippy if I don't get the name right

Big River Grille take-out:
So, we arrive 2 hours late in Orlando. Grumpy. Instead of a town car the company sends a van since "we can't put two child seats in a town car." Uh, sure, must be a Florida thing cause they sure do it here in the North. Grumpier (that should have been the 8th dwarf). Check in at the Boardwalk. Happy. We're at the far end of the building involving several horror movie length hallways. I don't know, none of the other dwarves fit the emotion so let's move straight to Hungry. We're not going anywhere, we're not ordering private dining (nice euphemism that) and I don't want to change diapers so I'm in charge of rustling up some food.
We figured some club sandwiches or something would go well and I figured Big River Grille would be the best option. I was always pretty good at math but my figuring did not add up. Nope. Not many sandwich options there. So it was the:
Chicken Alfredo:
Maybe it was the famished taste buds (can they even BE famished?) that made this so tasty. Maybe it was the extra time walking from the restaurant to the room (which was like walking from DC to NY) that allowed the flavors to meld further. Maybe it was the Sweet Magnolia Brown that I had while waiting for the food to come up. Or maybe just the low expectations. Not sure but this was a really tasty dish (not 5 star tasty but pretty good). The sauce had the right mix of cream, butter and parmesan cheese. The penne was just fine. The chicken was tender. Oh and this was dinner for the girls so I didn't get to eat much of it as they wolfed it down right quick.
Blackened Mahi Sandwich:
Yes, yes, I did get a sandwich but it was the only sandwich on the menu (unless you purists count hamburgers). It was average. Overcooked, boring, well, you get the idea. This was the adults meal but we did steal a few bites from the kids. Bad parents.
Next installment: Flying Fish for 5.