Chapter Nine:
DISCLAIMER:
This chapter may be offensive to: Canadians, Mexicans, Norwegians, Germans, New Yorkers, people of size named Tina, people who dont like Napoleon Dynamite, rednecks, planning fanatics, people who pay rack rate and don't know any better, people afraid to end a sentence with a preposition, people who love Epcot, and the boozy crowd which hangs out on Vettechicks thread sharing cyber drinks.
Properly warned ye be.
After we finished Living with the Land, we headed towards Spaceship Earth. Wed been inside the Land Pavilion for several hours, long enough to forget how unbearably hot it was outside. I mean it was HOT!
On the way to Spaceship Earth, I got several more odd stares at my shirt. One guy told me he loved that movie. I responded, what movie? He looked confused and I left him that way.
We took a moment to digest some ice-cream before we rode SE. The ice-cream eating was a largely unremarkable event for me, except my daughter mentioned this just the other day. We were listening to some Disney music (oddly enough) and she asked me what one of the songs was. I told her it was the entrance music to Epcot. She said, Epcot! Thats where we had ice-cream, remember, we sat on the bench and ate ice-cream? Why she picked this one ice-cream eating moment out of literally dozens of ice-cream eating moments is beyond me, but the point is, she associated Epcot with ice-cream (which I suppose it better than associating it with lame-as-all-get-out rides). And since I write these trip reports to help her remember our trips, I thought Id mention the ice-cream.
She remembers eating ice-cream with her cousins sitting on a bench.
I remember that it was free.
Well, not so much free. I did have to carry that white card in line at the Land. Dang time share tricksters!
Spaceship Earth would have been a good ride but for the sound that didnt work in our car. It worked some of the time, kind of like a former associate in my firm. But more often than not, we were stealing sound from the cars on either side of us. Other than that, I enjoyed the ride. But heres what made me sad, when I told the CM at the bottom that our sound didnt work, she acted like I just told her it was hot outside. Her reaction wasnt, OK, Ill get someone on that, or even, thats happening a lot. Rather it was more along the lines of, yeah, and its hot outside, what do you want me to do about it?! For half a minute I thought about being annoyed and asking for her supervisor but then we hit the outside and although we were in the shade, the heat slapped us violently in the face. I stopped caring about the lame sound system in SE and started wondering what air-conditioned venue we could get into quickly. I think Disney is screwing with the weather. It was never that hot when I lived in the south. Not in September.
My brother-in-law and 3 nephews and I went to ride Test Track while our wives and daughters went to shop.
Were stereotypes. So sue me.
We havent been to Epcot since 1999. I had forgotten how great a ride Test Track is. It's much faster than I remember it being. Because we know how to manipulate the fastpass system, all five of us were able to ride it twice in a row. It occurs to me that the second time through we spent the entire ride shouting out lines from
Napoleon Dynamite. My whole family loves ND and theres no end of lines from that very quotable movie. Except, I wonder if its appropriate to yell out, Tina you fat lard, eat your dinner!
Am I getting old or is anyone else a little nauseous after riding Test Track?
From there, we met up with our wives and started our tour of World Showcase. In Mexico, my daughter wondered why the dolls werent singing Its a Small World After All. The food from the restaurant smelled really good. Good enough to make me think about canceling our PS at Le Celllier and having dinner there. But Mexican food you can have every day. How often do you get to eat at a steak house?
Oh the humanity.
Neither my wife nor I had ever ridden Maelstrom and since it was a fastpass attraction, we foolishly assumed it was worth riding. WRONG! Dont be fooled by the fastpass. It means nothing, NOTHING!!! We headed back to Norway and got on line for Maelstrom. The queue was not disinteresting and the ride itself wasnt totally sucky. It was just not worthy of a fastpass. Or even a second ride.
And what is with the movie at the end? And why were people sitting there waiting to watch it? We walked on through and so did the dozen or so people ahead of us. Unless they were handing out coupons for free dessert after the movie, I wasnt sticking around for it.
Speaking of dessert, we next found ourselves in Germany where we bought obscenely expensive candy. Several years ago, my wife and I were in New York City for a week and we took in a Bway show. At that time, orchestra tickets were $75 a pop plus taxes, handling charges and whatever fees we were assessed. I think the tickets ended up costing us right around $200 for the deuce. Until we went to Germany to buy candy,
that was the previous example of the most ridiculous indulgence weve ever forked over money for.
I loved the candy we bought in Germany. But $22 for 5 pieces of chocolate is exorbitant even by Disney standards.
On the other hand, it was chocolate.
We continued on our brisk walking tour and stopped briefly in the model train display. While we were watching the train one of the kids in our party said, Why are we standing here? Since we stopped solely because we thought the kids would like to watch the train and evidently they were disinterested, we moved on.
We happened upon Snow White standing around looking desperate for some kid to come over and take a picture with her. Seriously. I saw this happen once before in Animal Kingdom with Eeyore and Piglet, but never thought it would happen with a princess. Certainly not in the middle of the Princess marketing onslaught were all currently enduring. But there she was, Snow White. Sad and alone. If it was up to me, Id have left her there. Teach her a lesson about hawking her wares in Target,
Walmart and every large gas station with a food mart in a the contiguous 48 states. But my daughter took pity on her and stood for her picture. Sure enough, as soon as we started with the pictures, a crowd formed. Its true what they say about popularity.
We finally arrived at the American Pavilion and my plan to not have a plan finally revealed its fatal flaw. We arrived at the American Pavilion five minutes too late and the next show was set to start about 20 minutes before our priority seating at Le Cellier. I walked to the edge of the water so I could judge how far Canada was from America. (The joke is too obvious; Im not making it). I knew it would take at least 15 minutes to walk there from where we were and I didnt want to be late for dinner. The reality was we couldnt watch the next show and still make our PS at Le Cellier. It was my own fault. No one in my family ever consults a park map or times guide when Im around because they just assume I know where everything is and what time the shows start. Seriously. There have been many times when my sister is in Disney World and Im in my office 3,000 miles away and shell call to ask me where something is or where they should eat. For whatever reason, on this day in Epcot, I decided to wing it. Like a tourist. On vacation. Idiot. Even though it was still relatively early, there was no way we were going to be able to catch the American Adventure
and eat dinner at Le Cellier
and watch Illuminations. Lesson learned for next time.
Forgive me, Disfriends, for I have sinned. I didnt adequately plan for our day in Epcot.
So we sat for a minute and tried to decide what to do before dinner. We decided to do nothing but walk from America to Canada and enjoy the walk. If memory serves, we had a little less than an hour before our PS time and we didnt think we had time to do anything else. My mistake turned out to pay a nice dividend. We got to enjoy Epcot and for the first time that day, other than on Soarin and Test Track, we really enjoyed the park. It was fun to walk through the countries, especially the UK. We spent a lot of time just walking around and I snapped several pictures of the buildings because I think the UK has really interesting architecture. Of course, the unintended consequence of all that walking around? My daughter fell asleep about 5 minutes before we checked in a Le Cellier.
Le Cellier was mobbed. It was insane. It was like they were giving away the food. Well for some of us they were. Weve never eaten in there before and as you all know Le Cellier gets very good reviews on these boards.
Let me say right here and right now: we didnt hate our meal.
We didnt love it either.
Le Cellier was good, above average even. The atmosphere was fine. The service was attentive yet not intrusive Overall the experience was just not superlative. It was good, not great. It was like Bob Dole. It had its good points. But like Bob Dole couldnt articulate a clear reason for his candidacy, Le Cellier just didnt distinguish itself.
Unlike Bob Dole, who clearly has faults, I cant point to anything that was wrong with Le Cellier, except maybe that it reminded me a bit of a Steak & Ale. In other words, Ive eaten in nicer rooms. With higher ceilings. And lights. I would think my expectations were too high, except that my expectations for Cinderellas Royal Table were in the stratosphere and it actually exceeded my expectations. (Not so much that Im now willing to pay $40 a person for lunch mind you. I am, after all, still me). And therein lies the rub. CRT was truly an exceptional meal and dining experience. Le Cellier was just not.
Even as I write this, however, I cant think of anything negative. Indeed, overall it was a very pleasant experience. After we checked in, we probably waited about 30 minutes for our table. My daughter was asleep in her stroller and I asked the hostess if it would be ok if we just kept her in the stroller during dinner so she could continue sleeping. This request was from the
Department of Ridiculous Requests You Make Even Though You KNOW The Answer Will Be No. She surprised me and said, no problem. She may have actually said no worries, but since I hate that expression, I unwittingly blocked it from my memory of the evening.
After awhile, they showed us to our table and they cleared away a spot so we could just wheel the stroller up to the side. I thanked the hostess and then politely asked everyone in the dinning room to keep it down because my daughter was sleeping. No, I didnt, but it was almost as if I did because it seemed the din in the room lessened somewhat.
I had the ribeye steak (which at that time was still on the menu) and my wife had some vegetarian plate that looked pretty good considering no animals died to make her dinner. My daughter had nothing. She was sleeping, remember? And we were not about to wake her up before her time. Not cheap; wise. Its just one of the rules of life. You dont start a land war in Asia and you dont wake a sleeping toddler.
I also drank Coke with dinner. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Ahem.
After dinner we had dessert because we were on the meal plan and you HAD to have dessert. Seriously, there was a gun at my head. I dont remember what I had but I think it had some chocolate in it. I remember that it was very good.
The bill came and we laughed because we were on the free meal plan and youre required to laugh when the bill comes or else you are just some idiots who paid rack rate for their room in order to score some free food at a restaurant youd never go to otherwise.
To sum up: Le Celllier is good. Not great. It was worth eating there once. And lest you accuse me of having an unsophisticated palate and think Im but a rube who wouldnt know a good meal if it came up beside me and slapped me in the face, I say pooh pooh. First of all, if a good meal did slap me in the face, I think Id notice that. Im not that obtuse. Also, I regularly eat at nice places. Le Cellier just wasnt all that. Still, I would eat there again. If I wasnt paying for it. In fact, if I had to choose between Le Cellier and Chef Mickeys, Id choose the Mick. There. That should start its own thread. Discuss.
Next time: Illuminations and the Search for a Meaningful Hamburger.