You sit in little cars in a darkened room and they bring your food to you on rollerskates, like car hops. Sci-Fi movies play while you eat.
We sat at an umbrella table because frankly? I didn't see the real appeal of the car tables. I mean, I wanted to sit where I could see my kids, not crammed up next to them.
However, the whole restaurant really appealed to me because again, I love movies, and also? In case you haven't noticed? I'm a huge fan of all things kitchy, cheesy, and campy. So it seemed like it would be a good fit for me.
Our waiter? Bless his heart, he was a huge douchebag.
I guess I was expecting too much of people who worked at Disney because I'm really happy while I'm there, you know? I forget that they are at WORK and I'm sure the heck not happy while I'm at work, so I can't expect them to be either. I mean, maybe if people came to visit me at work they'd be all like, "Woo! Guns and sadness! This rocks!". I doubt it, but maybe.
After we ate our food (hamburgers all around) we made what will forever be known as "The Worst Possible Decision of All Time" and went to...Star Tours.
The guide calls it, "A thrilling Star Wars flight simulator". I call it, "The easiest way to make Chick ralph after eating lunch, ever."
Shockingly, I did not toss my cookies, but oh my Lord, I felt like it. I had to sit down for a while and have a cold drink. I seriously felt very sweaty and uncomfortable and bad.
Girl Child and I braved the Tower of Terror, which OH MY SWEET LORD is now my favorite EVER. Boy Child and Jason sat it out. Maybe Jason looked at me distrustingly when I told him it was really cool (before riding it), but I'm not sure.
We looked at a lot of other fun stuff while we were there, including Al's Toy Barn, which was cool. I also got the kids to pose by Buzz Lightyear's space ship.
I could have stayed there longer, but the plan was that we would go to Disney's Animal Kingdom because the plan was, we would go to Magic Kingdom again on Thursday.
That was the plan anyway.
So we went to Animal Kingdom and guess what?
It started raining.
See the smart people in the photo with umbrellas? We were not those people.
Then? We find out that Animal Kingdom closes at 5pm.
So we went back to the hotel, ate dinner at the hotel's "restaurant" (quick service, cafeteria-type, with great ice cream sundaes) and went back to the hotel room to chill out.
What actually happened? Was that I puked my guts out. For about thirty minutes. I could not stop hurling. It was terrible.
After that? Jason got sick. He wasn't quite as vocal about it, but he was sick too.
So maybe the burgers gave us food poisoning or mad cow disease or something. I don't know, but it blew chunks.