~ The Man Report ~~~~~~~~~~2007~~~~~~~~~~~ Health Food ~~~~~~~
Since leaving on vacation, our diets have consisted of the following:
Big Macs, deep dish pizza, half-cooked sausage, various snack foods including candy & popcorn, soda pop, bratwurst, tacos, fried fish, Mac-n-cheese, chicken fingers, pork tenderloin, steak (medium rare), donuts, beer & wine, a few whiskeys (for the “man”) & of course, bottled water.
I know what you’re thinking: Other than the whiskey, nobody in my family has been very good to their body.
Besides the wine, we’ve avoided all fruit & vegetables. Not really on
purpose mind you. It’s just never really been an option we’ve yet considered.
I read somewhere that sailors on the high seas back in the old days would sometimes come down with
scurvy due to a lack of natural vitamin C found in some fruits and vegetables.
It’s during this thought process I decided my family needed to start eating healthier.
Wouldn’t that be something if I were the first
Head of Household in 180 years to allow his family to fall victim to scurvy? Think of the publicity! I could sell my story and retire… once I’ve served out my sentence of course.
The previous evening we ended up eating off-site (TGI Friday’s) and had a great experience with even better food. One problem though:
It wasn’t Disney.
Those of you who know me now (through three trip-reports over 18 months, numerous PM’s, and the various newspaper articles detailing my crimes against humanity) understand that I’m never satisfied staying at a
non-Disney hotel or eating at a
non-Disney restaurant. I also have trouble using a
“non-Disney” commode. It’s just not the same!
When you look out the window of a
TGI Friday’s you’ll see the parking lot with cars and oil stains, some trash alongside the shoddy & dying landscape, and a whole bunch of other people who for some reason are not in the “World”. Why they’re not at WDW is just as scary as not being there myself.
Some are locals, some don’t like Disney, some are Universal people (*shudder*) and others live in the garbage dumpsters.
Whatever their reason is, I don’t care. All I know is that I don’t want to be
“those” people.
Downtown Disney is very accessible to those staying off-site. There’s no gate guard to contend with and now that construction is complete, there’s plenty of parking. Keep in mind however that you need to go
EARLY.
There are a lot of Disney restaurants in this area and they also “FEEL” like Disney (which is even more important than their actual location or food quality).
On top of all that, some of the very best places to eat are located at DTD. Fulton’s Crab House, Portabella Yacht Club, Earl of Sandwich, Raglan Road, Wolfgang Puck’s, House of Blues, Capt. Jacks, McDonalds, etc…
Tonight, instead of driving down
International Drive or up to the
Crossroads area, we’re headed to Disney to find us a “magical meal”.
We drive
into the brand new parking area (which is “about time”), find a spot, then head towards the
Raglan Road restaurant (one of Disney’s newest) near the entrance to Pleasure Island.
It’s 5:15 p.m. on Tuesday & we come in search of some good old-fashioned Irish home cooking. We’re seated immediately as the restaurant is practically empty. Later that weekend, the restaurant and bar will be packed with a
U2 “Cover Band” (for St. Patty’s day) which, if advertised correctly, is “better than the real thing”. Uh, ya right.
I love U2. Loud Girl & I love the song,
“Vertigo”. Pooh loves the theme to
“Sanford & Son” while Moan Boy’s favorite song is when you
bang two pots together over your head over and over and over…
Like all Disney restaurants, Raglan Road has a child’s menu with approximately 5 entrée choices. We order Mac-n-cheese for Loud Girl and Chicken Stix for Moan Boy. Pooh & I both order the Fish & Chips with a bottle of merlot.
On top of that all that, I’m feeling a little
“saucy” tonight so I order myself an Irish Whiskey on the rocks (when in Rome…). Pooh-head gives me
“the look”.
There is much jockeying of seat positions prior to the arrival of our food. Moan Boy starts out next to me, changes his mind and wants mommy. Mommy says “No”, Moan Boy pouts, mommy changes her mind and he and Loud Girl finally switch seats. I sipped my whiskey and enjoyed the entertainment.
Next to us was a slightly older couple. The lady was probably in her 50’s while the gentleman with her must have been around 60.
They were jawing back and forth about the quality of the fries and fish. My wife, being the snoopy little thing that she is, listens in. Lucky for me she’s so busy eavesdropping that I’m able to order a second whiskey without reprisal.
About this time the food arrives and I go to work on my plate like a buzzard on a gut wagon. Buzz is hungry!!
Lin and I decided on the fish and chips for “health reasons”. No, we’re not stupid! We
DO realize that breaded and deep fried cod coupled with greasy fried potato wedges is not a healthy choice. However, when compared to the alternatives on the menu, trust me when I say
“we did it for health reasons”.
Things like “Kevin’s Bacon”, Muskrat Pot Pie, Roast Pork Hock, Bangers & Mashed (apparently, a “Banger” is actually a sausage), and Shepherd’s Pie (which I believe was prepared by an actual Shepherd!!… hope he washed his hands first).
I take a breather during my feast to suck down some wine & whiskey when I notice that Loud Girl isn’t touching her Mac-n-cheese.
“What’s-a-matter baby”?
“My Mac-n-cheese is white, not yellow”.
I spend the next 10 minutes testing her food and telling her it’s the best I’ve ever tasted. She ain’t buying it and digs in on Moan Boy’s food and the bread that was served. Pooh & I end up hoggin’ down the Mac. Mmmmmm…. It’s good!
I feel my arteries getting tighter by the second.
When we’re finished, I lean back, unbutton my pants, finish the libations set in front of me, then let out a soft, contented belch.
Oops!
At this point, if you look closely enough at Buzzila the Hun, you can actually see me grow. I watched myself in the mirror for a few minutes during a prolonged bathroom break and it was amazing. Satisified;
Yes. Bloated and in dire need of a carrot? Again;
Yes.
The “man” is happy. Mission accomplished. I got my “Disney” dinner and not only was it good, but it really “felt” like Disney.
The added bonus being that it was the healthiest thing on the menu!
We waddle out to the car, drive back to the hotel, and go to sleep.
Nobody wakes me up in the middle of the night.
I rest good.
Next Up: Warding Off Scurvy