1. We don't hang out with the ZZUBs or show them our vacation pictures
2. We don't have to sit next to the ZZUBs and pretend we don't know them while they're throwing out deuces and making fun of their friends' vacation pictures in their vacation pictures
3. Chef Mickey's, Illuminations and Space Mountain
9. That I found out BEFOREHAND that characters are no longer at Garden Grill for lunch......WHAT?!!!!!!
10. Another awesome ZZUB installment where he never ceases to turn something as simple as eating a meal into a reflective life lesson peppered with humor
ZZUB, I LOVED this latest installment. It was HILARIOUS. And thought provoking all at the same time. I'm all for taking it slow and not rushing through it. Seeing as how I am just overflowing with discipline and self control. But two consecutive chapters on food?! I'm assuming the next one will be about desserts? And it'll be called Just Desserts? Or maybe Wearing Gravy. I think you should go with the latter. Anyway, that cracks me up. But I can't say I blame you. You've got such great subject matter. I wholeheartedly agree with you on the idea that Disney dining is one of the things that makes a Disney trip so special. It's what Mr. LaLa and I look forward to the most when we plan a trip. Where we'll eat. For all of the reasons you mentioned. And you know we're in on the Trail's End secret. We love that place. Although...I hear they serve EColi, salmonella and scabies sandwiches on a regular basis.
So if I were you, I would NOT try to get an ADR there.
But if you race through it, as you are tempted to do, as Disney encourages you to do, then you’ll be more likely to notice that the prime rib wasn’t very tender, the potatoes were tepid and the shrimp was gamey
Sounds like a Kitchen Nightmares episode in the making. All we need now is for some spikey haired guy with a British accent to pull out a bucket of parmesan potatoes, slam it on the table and close the joint down. Hi Mel!
If I say their brownies rock hard, will you think me a fool?
Yes.
And if you look at what Disney charges you to eat at Garden Grill or Chef Mickey’s, you’d be a fool to race in, scarf it down, and race back out.
So you're the wise man Elvis was singing about? Boy, was he duped.
And I think that’s foolish.
So is using the word "fool" and twenty of its derivatives in one chapter. What'd you do, learn you a new word?
It sucked.
Like a gas thief on a siphon hose.
Sounds like you've done that a time or two there, ZZUB. The key is knowing when to let off the suction so you don't get a mouth full of go juice. Not that I've ever done that. But I hear things. From the rednecks down the street. Who have been known to siphon the dirt bikes. Their dirt bikes. When the need has arisen.
So I’ve been free to mock the parents of screaming kids who ran away from Tigger.
I know a few moms who probably SHOULD have run away from Tigger. Screaming. Myself included. The last time we were there (on the right side, always on the right side), the cat was hitting on every woman in sight. Every mom in the room got a "proposal" and several very lengthy hugs. And then another one for good measure. And another one. And another one after that. As he lingered just a little too long and put out the vibe with the silent yet creepy (and bouncy) up close and personal gazes.
Awkward!
ZZUBY has gone through phases. She currently has no time for face characters. They annoy her. She doesn’t like when they talk to her. She knows the characters are mostly midgets in fur. She enjoys the conceit. But when face characters start talking to her, then it feels weird I suppose. One time, Alice in Wonderland came up and started talking to us as we were walking into
Disneyland. She was just plain creepy. First of all, what was she doing sulking around under the train station? Nice girls don’t hang out in train depots, I don’t care what anyone says. But then Alice was trying to have a conversation with ZZUBY about the castle and, well, it left both me and Mrs. Z with the faint hint of weirdness. Like she wasn’t acting. But actually believed Tinkerbelle had redecorated. I looked towards her handlers and suggested they might want to break her pills in half.
This whole thing killed me DED! One of your funniest paragraphs to date, ZZUB. We had a similar experience with Alice a few years ago at Akershus. It's official. She's gone round the bend.
I decided other things while laying in that hammock.
That it was finally time to stop fighting it and break out the comb over?
That your big toe resembled a rotund hairy little man?
That The Joshua Tree is the best album of all time?
That if you started shaving your hands, it would really make the class ring pop?
That Miracle Whip is the nastiest substance known to mankind? Other than zit pus, of course. And chunky vomit.
That you should make a friend named LaLa on a Disney message board and then and only then would your life be complete?
Needless to say, I loved looking at the pictures in this chapter, ZZUB. That little angel baby of yours is so dadgum cute! I don't even have to see the rest of her to know that. And I thought the proud wearer of the Daddy's Girl tee was just as precious as well. You know, as I looked at those pictures of Baby ZZUB at Chef Mickey's, I couldn't help but be brought back to the experience yall had at Chef Mickey's just a few short years ago where you were so anxious and unsure of what the future held for that tiny baby in Mrs. Z's womb. Now look at yall, ZZUB. Now look at HER. Showing off her Croc to Donald Guck (I agree with Liz in saying that she's very smart to put that together) and enjoying her some juice. God sure blesses, doesn't He?
Thanks for the enjoyable read, my friend.
And Happy Thanksgiving to the ZZUBs.
