I’ve eaten there too — it’s pretty good, though IMO, the food is actually miles better at the Napa Rose at the Grand Californian Hotel, which may be my favorite restaurant in southern California, period.

I’d have to say that it was a top dining experience.  It was a buffet, but a buffet with such items as quail’s eggs and caviar.  Plus, it’s the only place in the park where you can get alcohol.  It was great fun to have gotten in to that place.

The door led to stairs and a tunnel with roads and carts.  I passed a large wooden crate marked “FUEL CELL” and went into a dark room, with black-flocked walls, where my equipment had been stationed for me to work on.

I tried the underground break room, but it was dismal.  On the way, I saw someone smoking.  Another person, a manager type, approached the first guy and said, “Could I ask you to do me a favor?”  The guy straightened up and assented, and was told, “Could I ask you to put that out for me?” Wow.

So I spent three days underground, emerging only to eat at the theme restaurants.

The last night, I stayed until 9pm, so I decided I’d wait for the fireworks, not having gone to any of the amusements available (not that my badge, which said “NO RIDES”, would have let me).  As I headed back to the closed Orange Horizons building, a beefy but cheerful man said, “Hello, hello, hello!” to me as a I walked by him.  I said, “Good night” and kept going, but he kept greeting me.  Gradually it dawned on me that he was security.  I fished my “NO RIDES” badge out and showed it to him, and he smiled broadly and let me head back out the way I came.