Disneyland’s Village Haus

When Mickey Force Feeds, It’s Hard to Swallow

I am more than willing to pay over $230 hard-earned clams (not
including parking) for the opportunity to tell the world that I
took my family of four to the Happiest Place on Earth (that would
be Disneyland for all of you hermits). Sure, it’s a pretty penny, but worth
sharing this American rite of passage with my daughters. But
there’s one thing I won’t stand for, and that’s the powers that be
forcing me to buy Mickey’s food.

“If you’ve brought your own food and beverage to the park,” a
voice on the Lion King Tram announced, (and I’m paraphrasing here),
“stuff your face now, because that tuna salad ain’t making it down
Main Street.”

I asked a Disney employee to explain to me the logic of making
me eat my meal before entering the park. With the courtesy only
Disney employees can muster, “Because we sell food and beverage,
too. By having your own, we lose revenue.” Guess the $15 5×7 photos
of me and Goofy just aren’t making ends meet.