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Montana Disney Fan said:Day 9 Epcot Oreos & Canadian Whiskey
Heres the problem with buffets; you overeat to make sure you get your moneys worth. With Disney buffets, there are many other problems.
We arrived today for our last ADR (the rest have been canceled) at the Akershus Storybook Breakfast. Theres supposed to be princesses and food galore. This also means hundreds of cranky toddlers & preschoolers followed by irritated parents who are then sometimes followed by smiling grandparents.
What in the heck are those pesky grandparents always smiling about? Every grandparent in the World is smiling while everyone else is miserable. They obviously know something we do not.
Anyway, we show up early, check in and wander around Norway snapping pictures at anything trying to kill time. Our only worry is the irritable Moan Boy. We luck out as our name is called within 5 minutes of checking in.
Have you been to one of these things before? Let me tell you, its a sight to behold! Children and parents, waiters, waitresses, cooks, hosts and hostesses, princesses and photographers. There are more cast members than guests!
We are placed in our first line where my daughters eye immediately goes to Belle who is the Main princess of the day.She stands stationary in a little room and your daughter walks in, gets a picture, then you are placed in a holding line to be seated for breakfast. Moan Boy figures, what the heck, so he gets a picture also.
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After 25 minutes of ballyhoo, you finally get seated and get to meet your first Norwegian. Our Norwegian (waitress) is dressed in old, Bavarian style clothing (by my untrained eye anyhow) and has blonde hair. In fact, all the Norwegians have blonde hair.No joke either.
We cant really understand her English but gather that she is indicating we need to go to the buffet. We fight our way to the front of the buffet line like seniors at the early bird meal and are horrified to not recognize much of the fare being served here. My daughter keeps yelling eggs, eggs, eggs. Problem is I see no eggs. I see some fruit, cheese, cold meat, and raw salmon. Yes, raw salmon. No sausage, bacon, eggs, or donuts.
I load up on cheese, salami, and crackers. I can eat this any time and it dont matter if its for breakfast. All I need now is a cold frosty beer and a football game and Im all set.![]()
Since Im not familiar with the routine here, I take enough for an entire meal. People are now looking at me and pointing as I walk back to our table with a mountain of processed meat and goat cheese where I go to work on what turns out to be a very delicious feast.
Minutes later, our waitress, the blond Norwegian,brings out a huge plate of eggs, bacon, sausage and a potato casserole. Im already happy but now Im ecstatic. Loud Girl loads up on eggs while Moan Boy grabs ALL the bacon (plus most of the second helping we receive from our waitress, the blond Norwegian
). Mom takes a giant sliver of the potato casserole while I grab a sausage and some eggs. Next comes coffee, OJ, and apple juice. My eyes are slowly rolling into the back of my head when the first princess comes sauntering out.
I think 5 came out total and the only one I knew was Snow White. Hard to miss her with that crazy dress shes always sportin. We snapped 20 pictures, purchased the $30 photo of daughter and Belle at the beginning of breakfast and hit the road. Only 45 minutes had passed. Disney knows what they are doing!
It was Epcot day and we did all the usual stuff. The difference was we were all stuffed and bloated from breakfast so no nibbling or sipping wine. At 1pm, we called it a day and went swimming.
After swimming, we took a break in the room before heading to Downtown Disney for food and margaritas. We hit the Earl of Sandwich again but Im still full from breakfast. Does that stop me? Nope! I order a sandwich, eat a bag of potato chips, and gulp down a margarita. I need help!![]()
Im having problems even breathing. My body is so full of grease and carbs I can barely walk. Toss in some cheap tequila and Im a wreck. Tonight Im going to stuff myself with Oreos and Canadian Whiskey in the room while watching a movie. Im sure to wake up around midnight underneath the kitchen table with crumbled up cookies stuck to my face and body.
I may be a candidate for the Betty Ford Clinic upon our return home. I will need to detox my body off the Disney food first and foremost. Its really starting to get to me. I need to eat a leaf or something. Maybe a carrot. Something not fried, breaded or formally mooing. I find I now sweat in the shower. That cant be good. Also, my stretchy shorts are starting to look strained. I wont even go near the portion of the closet where shorts with buttons & zippers are located!
Could two weeks on vacation ruin a years worth of dieting? Probably since that diet started after our return home from the LAST vacation.
The only thing that keeps me going is the pedometer reading (17.4 miles as of two minutes ago). Were on pace to hit 24 miles or 2 miles per day average.Thats not bad but I run 4 ½ miles per day back home so Im really going in the wrong direction. That might explain my fear of the non-stretchy shorts section of my Disney closet.
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Well, thats about all for the day. We are slowing down, unable to keep up with our earlier frantic pace. Tomorrow is MGM for the first time since the debacle last week. Its the only park we have yet to master so the game plan is set, and the troops know their duties. Starting tomorrow at 8:45 am, we begin our own little D-Day invasion of MGM.![]()
Talk to you tomorrow! MDF![]()
This could be your best installment yet. BTW, the grandparents are smiling because they're thinking of all the misery their own kids caused them & love that the grandkids are torturing their parents. You know the ole "Been there, done that" routine!