Three Robots and Three Martinis at Disney’s Hollywood Studios
How is it that a quick trip to Disney’s Hollywood Studios for dinner never ends up being just a quick trip for dinner? Run in, get a great meal at Hollywood Brown Derby, run out. Quick and easy, right? “But it’s after five and there’s still FastPasses left for Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster. Well, okay, just one ride after dinner why not? A little time to kill, how bout we run in and check out the Walt Disney: One Man’s Dream exhibit. Oh, and there’s a film? Okay, so a film and a ride and dinner… and… and…” and so it went. What follows is our dinner-only trip in photos that included a lot more than just dinner.
I want to go to there.
The Crystal Palace in a scale model of Disneyland’s Main Street U.S.A. in Walt Disney: One Man’s Dream. There’s a ton of really amazing stuff in there, especially if you like scale models!
Lincoln is the first in a series of three robots in this report, a serendipitous and recurring thematic element. Yes I said serendipitous. Look it up.
I want to go to here, too, but only after they fix it up again and France outlaws smoking in theme park common areas and, of course, snootiness.
The reason for our little visit. If you haven’t tried this place, I highly recommend it. Y U so stingy? Go! You’ll eat some food, you’ll drink some booze, you’ll have a laugh. We each tried the Flight of Martinis. It’s a little carousel with three, two-ounce mini-martinis. One with Skyy Vodka, dry vermouth and a twist, one with Bombay Sapphire Gin, extra dry vermouth and an olive and a third with mlah mlah mlah it didn’t really matter by that point mlah!
And you CANNOT leave without having the famous grapefruit cake. Mmm. Mmm. How good is that? Mmm. I put it in mah belly!
Robot Number Two: Giant Killer Robot Goes Wild on Movie Set in Bas-Relief. Look it up. Clearly the flight of martinis and grapefruit cake has gone to my head and one unintended consequence is my string of five dollar words in this trip report.
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you Robot Number Three The Terminator a.k.a. How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Maid. Too soon?
A Villains in Vogue Window. What can we glean from this? That Vinylmation is the rotten black core in the apple of Disney Parks merchandising? I didn’t just say that. I asked it. There’s a difference.
I’m not the only one tippled by the third martini. Mlah!
I guess you think this sign is about you don’t you don’t you?
3D never looked so scruffy. Yours truly pretending 3D glasses aren’t a gateway to dorkdom.
Just get me as far away from Illeana Douglas as quickly as possible. Worst. Pre-show performance. Evar. Look her up.
Wee!
See what I mean about how a dinner is never just a dinner? In for a penny in for a pound, I guess.
It is so hard to find a good housekeeper. And when you do, she doesn’t do windows. Or birds, apparently.
And now I give you the Sunset at… (wait for it)…
Sunset! (Cue angelic chorus.)
And we run to the car before the Fantasmic! Horde runs us down, nipping at our ankles with their strollers. Goodnight, DHS thanks for dinner plus, plus, plus, plus, plus!