When we last left our intrepid heroine she had already stuffed herself at a buffett, gorged herself on a pack of zebra domes, and devored a dolewhip. And yet, by the time she wandered back to her hotel in the early evening her belly, and only companion on this trip, started rumbling again. Feed me seymour!
Not being one to disobey my food bag, I hopped the next boat to DTD. This is one of the best parts about staying at POR, POFQ, OKW, and SSR. I've stayed at all of them, except SSR. I've stayed in this area for half of my WDW trips and it's so nice to cruise on over to DTD and not have to worry about busses. I find the DTD bus stops to be just so annoying. I think staying at either an EPCOT resort or a DTD area resort are the best ways to go for me. Though, without the Adventurers Club

I think I'm going to find my way to the Swolphin on my next trip.
What I find so weird aboout POR and POFQ is you never see that many people around. Both resorts put together are huge, but I only really see people in the food court, at the pool, and at the lounges when there is music. I've walked around the whole resort at every hour of day and only bumped into a handfull of people. It makes me feel like I'm in the Truman show or something.
This particular boat ride to DTD
should have been more pleasant than on my arrival night. For starters it wasn't negative-buttfreeze degrees outside, there was only a nice quiet couple on the boat, and the captain wasn't one of those overly chatty tour guide-y kind of guys. Sometimes I just want a nice relaxing ride and not the poor man's jungle cruise. How ever when we made out stop at POFQ our boat was boarded by the most dreaded creatures in all of Dis-endom.
Tweens
And with them were the third most feared bipeds
after tweens and ostrichs Surly Teens
The tweens (about 5 of 'em) went to the back of the boat
sans parental units btw to speak in tongues or whatever about lord only knows what. What I do know is that they were reaching decibels so high that Goofy was going to have quite the headache the next day. The nice couple who had been at the back of the boat moved to the front, since they were so loud.
In the benches across from me sat the teenagers who were just mortified at their siblings (I guess they were the defacto parental units for the evening) and couldn't believe how lame Disney World was, and wah wah wah. Oh, poor baby, your parents spent thousands of dollars to take you on a memorable family vacation with your cousins. Seriously kids, push out the jive and bring in the love.
It was like the bipolar cruise experiance. Manic crazy energy in back, lazy crybabies in the front. All I know is that nonone shut up for the whole ride to DTD. I practically launched myself off of the boat and ran to Raglan Road.
can't talk, running to booze
I did not have an ADR, but since it was a Monday they were able to seat me right away. The hostess started heading to one of the side areas, walking right past the 6 or so empty 2-tops in the main room. I asked if I could be seated where the action is and I got 2 tables over from where I sat earlier this week.
Nobody puts baby in the corner!
First order of business was getting my buzz on. A Celtic Martini
si'vous plait. Yes, that's french, not gaelic, but I only know how to speak Irish Drinking Songs, not actual Irish.
I was given a basket of the irish soda bread with the Guinness sauce and mmmmmmm this is tasty. I love soda bread, I make soda bread at home, and usually the main complaint people have with it is that it's dry. Real soda bread doesn't really keep very well, so it has to be consummed within like 2, maybe 3, days. This soda bread was tasty and even though soda bread always is a little dry, the dipping sauce totally helped.
mmmm beer sauce
This evening I decided to get 2 appetizers, in instead of a main course, and first up was Granny's soup: Tomato, basil, and gin soup.
God bless the irish, there's even liquor in the food.
Tomatoes, incase I haven't mentioned this before, are my most favorite food. I hail from the great state of New Jersey, where we grow the juiciest, plumpest, tastiest tomotoes in our toxic waste infused soil. I have had heirloom tomatoes out here in California that aren't even half as tasty as what I could get back in South Jersey. This soup totally did not disappoint. Creamy, tomato-y, tangy. Where is my drool emoticon?
Next up was the Scallop Forest:
Scallop-ula the Impaler
Neither of my two shots worked out that great, so here's another where you can see the whole thing but the flash was wonky.
All I can think is someone must really hate the dishwasher. I guess it's nice if there are a lot of people sharing, no chance of touching someone else's food, or if you have a fork fetish
personally I prefer spoons , but it's kind of a silly presentation imho. I guess I can't see the forest for the forks.
Now here is where I'm going to disappoint some people. It was dessert time and I did not order the Ger's Bread and Butter pudding.

I had every intention of getting it, but by my third drink I was really starting to feel all the food I had inhaled during the day. I still had to order something of course, so I got what looked like the lightest option.
Dundon's Delight- Raspberrys, sorbet, some kind of sauce (that's all my notes say, and it's off the menus rotation online now) When they brought it out I giggled because the meringue on top looks like a little hiney.
waiter! my dessert is mooning me
It was light, which is what I needed at this point. It was also nice and cool, a little zingy, and didn't make me explode.
This evening there was also another round of undead foot stomping fun.
These zombies will never sneak up on us, beause we will
defidently hear them coming.
And so ended another great meal at Raglan Road. I have put it on my ADR list for this upcoming trip and I will be getting the bread pudding. And also several more Celtic Martinis.
After my meal I took the boat to POFQ and walked back to my room at POR, as if I hadn't already done enough walking that day between Animal Kingdom, AKL, FtW, WL, and DTD.
this is what nightmares are made of
i don't know if he wants to hit on me or wear my face as a mask
Up next: The Brown Derby, the seconding