GABi Club Doesn’t Judge Me…

Waiting on the golf cart

As you can tell from my previous post, the beach in Punta Cana “roxored my boxors.” Technically, I was wearing a Speedo™, but anyways…

After a hard day of laying on a beautiful beach and at poolside (it’s a tough life, but I’ll make the sacrifice for you all), it was time to venture to our next themed restaurant for dinner, La Gondola. For those keeping score, we’re 2-for-2 at having good meals in the theme restaurants on the resort. Even if the meal wasn’t the most memorable.

Now for those of you who read my Disney blog, you may remember my encounter at the California Grill. Well, lightning has struck twice. I was denied entry into La Gondola (or as it’s known to us: La Bullshit Restaurant (it’s a rough translation from Italian, trust me)) because of my attire, which was a beautiful Adidas shorts and tank set that likely cost more than the meal they would serve me. It’s not like I showed up to dinner in a wifebeater.

My parting words to the hostess as I went back to the my room to change: “Maybe I should just go eat at GABi’s. They don’t give a shit what I look like.”

But back to room I went (Jason tagged along too) to “go put the dog on” for a fake Italian restaurant. What shit.

After a quick change and short trip back to the restaurant, I sat at the table expecting to consume what will be the best Italian meal I’ve ever eaten considering they have a dress code to get in.

Well…that didn’t happen. Now, it wasn’t as bad as Tony’s Town Square in Disney, but it sucked pretty damn hard. The fact that I had to actually get dressed up for this just made it worse. And what pissed me off even more, is at Tony’s, I actually DID wear a wifebeater to dinner, and not a peep from the staff. Here’s the proof. That was taken in the Magic Kingdom just before heading to Tony’s for dinner.

I wasn’t the only one unhappy with the meal. The general consensus was that the meal sucked. If I ever go back to the Meliã Caribe Tropical, I’ll be sure to not visit La Bullshit again.

Let me give you an example of the fare we were served: Here’s a picture of what Karen had for dinner.

It’s supposed to be Beef Milanese. Looks like four tiny turds on some mashed potatoes to me. Definitely should have just gone to GABi’s for dinner.

There was one interesting thing going on at dinner. It was Zachary’s attempt at seducing/trying to get Alex’s attention.

Then Alex showed him how it’s done.

After we put the kids to bed (and I changed back into what I originally had put on for the evening), the four of us headed back out for some booze and a show. The show was a “Michael Jackson” show. It felt an awful lot like I was watching a dance recital. A really bad one. Too bad I left the camera in the room. We left after 3 or 4 tunes. The guy that was playing Michael, actually had a great moonwalk, but that was about as good as it got. He spent the rest of the time grabbing his gear and lip syncing badly.

So we found a cozy spot in a lounge and BSed for a bit before heading back to the room to sleep.

Here’s some more photos from Monday.