Testing the theory that everything tastes good if you drink enough wine.

While at Disney, Marc and I were lucky enough to get 2 (two! DOS!) nights out to ourselves to go out for a nice meal, or frankly to do whatever the hell we wanted. Have I mentioned lately that I love my parents?

Our first night out was the first night we arrived, and we felt a bit tired after a day of traveling with the kids, but we did our best to rally and drive over to Universal and Emeril's Tchoup Chop to see what yummy things we could find there.

We sat at the food bar. We love doing this. I like watching the chefs in action - figuring out which station is which, watching a guy whip a beurre blanc together in two seconds flat, seeing things come to the pass and guessing which one is ours. We're so juvenile sometimes... we hunch together and say "Ooooooh!" if something gets sent back. It's all very entertaining. And the executive chef comes over for a chat. And they usually toss some extra little "tasting plates" your way. All in all, a good way to dine. (Unfortunately, nobody gets raw chicken thrown on them. "Hell's Kitchen" has ruined me forever.)

Mmmmm, the wine. There was food too, and it was excellent, but I didn't really get any good pictures of that because, duh, I was too busy eating it. Also, the lighting was not excellent for food. I know because I did a test shot, and the food looks like a pile of stuff you hope you don't step in.

But the wine! Always good for photo ops, that one.

So dinner was over, and we were still breathing the sweet air of freedom, so we decided to hop on the boat and head here:

Not our best decision ever, really. We first head inside, hoping for some mojitos, but the smell (what the hell WAS that?!) drives us back out. No problem, there's a little outside bar. Some teens are there dancing the macarena or something, but we do our best to overlook it. But the outside bar? No mojitos there. Not much of anything there, really. I try a daiquiri (I don't know what possessed me, honest) but it's so bad I can't finish it. Marc tries a Landshark Lager, and declares it horrible as well. We head back to the car. This is what we see when we get in:

Oh well. At this point, I can't wait to go to bed. Did I mention I liked the wine?

Comments

[mp]

But did you like the wine?

lol I crack myself up...