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lifeisgoodboy

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Okay, I'm going to take this on because I occasionally travel by long distance train and am used to being seated at a booth table in the dining car with strangers. But the way a dining car is managed and operated means it always ends up a fun evening.

I know how to handle social situations like that, and the dining car stewards also know how to handle it and introduce each passenger to get them talking. It's fun, and I have had many memorable meals and conversations with my fellow travelers, who were all strangers before we were seated randomly at the small table as America or Japan or Switzerland rushed by outside the window!

But what we are talking about here is an overpriced high concept bar in a theme park. A scandalously small bar with about a 100 person capacity, in a theme park complex that gets over 25 Million customers per year. There is no current point of reference at any other Disneyland Resort dining facility that is run like this, nor at any other dining facility that is not on a train or cruise ship. It appears that TDA is trying to maximize the tiny capacity of this location by seating strangers with strangers in the half dozen small banquettes that line the walls. And this is not the first account, nor will it be the last, that the Cantina CM's are rude and harried and not very good at setting a hospitable mood with their customers (I'm trying to be kind there).

What's now clearly obvious after repeated reviews like this, plus my own personal observations of the crabby Cantina hostesses on the verge of a nervous breakdown outside the location in June, is that Disneyland management has not trained these Cantina CM's in the fine art of hospitality and people management. You don't just dump a half dozen strangers into a banquette without a word and expect them to enjoy the evening; it's only going to be awkward and uncomfortable unless someone at the table is mercifully good at being personable and outgoing. And gosh-darnit, I can't be everywhere at all times to start the conversation and make the evening sparkle! :cool:

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If you are going to run this Cantina like a railroad dining car and force Date Nite parties of two to sit with family parties of four and another older party of two, you are going to need to learn the fine art of hospitality. Disneyland's once-vaunted training team, who created an entirely new service standard in the mid 20th century under the famous Van France and others, needs to reach out to Amtrak, if not VIA Rail or Japan Rail or Swiss Rail or British Rail who all operate long distance dining cars seating strangers with strangers.

My easy bet is that Disneyland's training team is too stupid to know they should do that, and the managers in Star Wars Land are too dense to expect their training department to do that for them. And the hourly CM's being led by those Star Wars Land managers are too clueless to know that a dining car steward on the Coast Starlight to Seattle or Swiss Rail to Zurich or Flying Scotsman to Edinburgh is introducing each party of strangers to each other, including a fun fact about each person in the introduction, to get the conversation going and erase any sense of awkwardness. And dining car stewards have been doing this nightly for 150 years. :rolleyes:

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Seriously, how was this Cantina designed so poorly for a theme park complex that gets 25 Million customers per year? And how is it managed so poorly that grumpy CM's are just dumping random strangers into random banquettes with no sense of style or hospitality or showmanship? It's like the managers of Star Wars Land should be running a swap meet or a gas station instead of a Billion Dollar Land based on Star Wars.

How did they get so bad at this??? What the hell happened to Disneyland??? Who is running this place??? :rolleyes:
The picture of the aliens really have names. I have book about the backstory of most of the characters in there its called star wars tales from the mos eisley cantina.
They should do this on the disney railroad at the disney parks.
 

THE 1HAPPY HAUNT

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Did you see that I said at least part of it.
I did but I was responding to what I assume the point of your post was which to me was essentially me saying its ok to sell liqour in galaxy's edge because its outside berm is hypticritical when the mansion's show building is out of the berm. I was defending why the mansion is considered to still be in Disneyland as my counter arguement which is the same argument that would apply to Indiana Jones and Pirates of the Carribean
 

truecoat

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Man, the top of the falcon is going to look ugly after a couple seasons of rain and sun...

I have some review comments on Oga's from my two good friends who love disney. They got some reservations mid week and went in the evening to check it out.

They absolutely hated it.

They got hectically sat with two other groups in a booth much too small for that many people. They were forced to sit on small stools facing the family of 6 and other group they were forced to sit with. Menus were rushed into their hands. They proceeded to sit there, staring at the wall and strangers in front of them on the uncomfortable stools for 15 minutes without any service and contemplated leaving because they were miserable. Finally a CM came over and informed them they were out of several different drinks and took their order. The CM proceeded to explain "We exchange credits here before provisions, hehe, good moons, brights suns" and my friend asked "What?" and the CM bluntly said "You pay first."

So they payed, and then got their drinks delivered 15 minutes later. The drinks they said were nothing special. The family of 6 left and they moved into the booth and could actually relax a bit. The CMs proceeded to shove more people into their booth and the experience continued to be miserable because they spent the remainder of their time scooting back and forth in the booth to accommodate more strangers.

They ordered the bar bites (paying beforehand again) which they commented was nothing special... they also proceeded to get a couple of the beers (they noted the Bad Motivator IPA is pretty good).

Overall, they said other than the effects of alcohol, it was a terrible experience and they are amazed Disney executed it so horrifically. Why are there no bar tabs? Every other bar on Disneyland property has bar tabs... why not here? My friend noted that the CMs appear to be stressed and hectic based simply on the fact that they spend most of their time running cards prior to any order.

My question is... is the Cantina even run by the resort food/bar operations? It is distinctly NOT a bar (Carthay, Hearthstone, Trader Sam's) so what gives?

Friends said they'd never go back unless it was with me or someone else to experience it for the first time.

I wasn't going to go to GE until ROTR opened but a spur of the moment trip with some friends got me there anyway. My experience was more pleasant than that of your friends.

Arriving around 4:30 for a 4:45 reservation, I was told to get into line. It moved pretty quickly and we needed a booth as one of our party could not stand for long periods of time. When we got up to the front, we were told there was a party before us that needed a booth and we'd be next. We were seated pretty close to our 4:45 time with a family of four at one end. The waiter came around in about 10 minutes and gave us some menus also repeating that a couple drinks were not available. The staff that helped us at the entrance was quite friendly but the waiter was bordering on indifferent but not unpleasant.

I ordered a Jabba Juice and my wife ordered one of the alcoholic drinks but I can't remember which but she enjoyed it. The others in our party thought their drinks were alright but nothing stood out for them. I thought the Jabba Juice was alright until I started getting to the blueberry popping pearls. I like blueberries fine but some blueberry stuff made to be almost candy tasting I don't like at all. These blueberry pearls were awesome! They had a hint of blueberry followed by more of a tart sweet taste is the best way to describe it. I wish they floated so I could have enjoyed them a little more with the drink instead of getting at them at the bottom.

DJ Rex was cool but our booth was right next to him so we couldn't see. I did enjoy the musical mix and I'm sure it won't be long before they sell a disc or two loaded with tunes.

The land was very busy with the market area being quite crowded. I think the rumors of GE being a failure were a little premature with the amount of people I saw there. MF:SR was over an hour wait time pretty much all day as I checked the app often. I got in line at 65 minutes and it was about 53 when we made it in. Since the line constantly moved with no fast pass available, it didn't seem that long. It was nice having a party of 5 since it allowed me to pilot the ship. 3 of the people with us aren't Star Wars fans so they didn't care where they sat. It was fun to fly but my wife had some trouble with the right/left and we crashed a bit only capturing one canister. Our whole party had a good time and someone who's in her sixties and not a Star Wars fan really liking pressing the buttons when she needed too. I rode again through single rider line and ended up in the engineer spot which was fine as I wanted to try another position. I felt the ride was engaging from the back seat and a rougher ride. Pressing the buttons whether or not it was important was fun to me. Overall, I had a good time but it could be improved as many have said and I hope to make it back next March maybe after ROTR is open.
 

mickEblu

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Millennials end at 1996. I was born in 1998. I'm no 90's kid.

You kind of missed out. 80s kids were the last generation to play outside, drink out of a garden hose etc. I remember going around a knocking on houses of friends I had in the neighborhood to see if they wanted to play basketball or baseball. Sometimes I wouldn’t even know them but just know a kid who lived there. Who does that anymore? And tbh I’m not sure I’d want my kid to do that. Their was a weird false sense of security back then that parents had. My parents let me walk around my grandmas old neighborhood by myself when I was like 6 years old or maybe even younger. They weren’t scared I’d be hit by a car or kidnapped?

I used to ride my bike around my neighborhood and stop and have conversations with some of the older gentlemen who lived on my block. Like Gar, the 80+ year old who lived with wife who had a huge glorious Walnut tree in his front yard. He had squirrel traps everywhere on that tree. This guy was from another time and world. He would set out two lawn chairs in his front yard with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses and everyday the mailman would sit with him for a couple minutes and enjoy some lemonade.

They don’t make em like Gar anymore.

Matthews grandpa made the best Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that my sister and I still talk about this to this day. It’s also when I learned that PB n Js are to be made with grape jam and not strawberry jelly.

Justin and Lauren, three houses down, parents were divorced. Mom lived in Santa Barbara and they were with their Dad every other weekend. Justin was cool and we’d play Sega Genesis together. But I really went there for Lauren who was easily the most gorgeous girl in the world at the time. She was like a younger girl version of Cindy Crawford meets Margot Robbie. She was way out of my league. I didn’t get out of my awkward baby fat phase until years later.

My next door neighbors were just the All American family. Football. Motor Home parked out front. Like 5 sons and 1 daughter. All of whom were grown with their own families except for Brad. The “trouble maker” who was in his early 20s at the time. I’d talk with him for hours in his garage as he’d work on his motorcycle and he would tell me what tools he was using and why. He was cool and would always help me fix my bike. Late at night I’d always hear him showing up to his house drunk and arguing with his Dad loudly in the front yard. His family were huge Notre Dame football fans and I remember him being so touched when I drew them a very elementary (at best) Notre Dame flag on a piece of lined 8x10 paper. He went inside to show and tell his Dad, sitting in the living room on his recliner, what I had done.

I drove up to the old neighborhood with my wife and son recently and there was Brad in the driveway, in his 50s now but looked older, tired and worn out. His parents are long gone. The last familiar person left in my old neighborhood. We were really happy to see each other. He asked if I was a doctor now. I said no, why? He said he always thought I was so smart. I’m guessing because of the fact that I was young kids holding conversations with him and elders in the neighborhood. Anyway, I had to disappoint him and tell him I’m not a doctor, just a Disneyland Flex AP and the only thing I know how to operate are fast passes machines.

I could go on and on about other neighbors. There was also Joe. My dad let Joe live in his truck on the street outside our house (after other neighbors complained) When his son who lived three houses down kicked him out of the house after he got married to his wife that would play the harp naked for a living. Just giving detail, Joe had no problems with her playing the harp naked. He would work on the neighbors houses for nothing but cases of Bud Light. His favorite attraction at Disneyland was Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln. Of course even back then I had already been bit by the Disneyland bug and it was often a topic of conversation.

Anyway, I wonder how many neighbors the average American household knows by name these days?
 
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TROR

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You kind of missed out. 80s kids were the last generation to play outside, drink out of a garden hose etc. I remember going around a knocking on houses of friends I had in the neighborhood to see if they wanted to play basketball or baseball. Sometimes I wouldn’t even know them but just know a kid who lived there. Who does that anymore? And tbh I’m not sure I’d want my kid to do that. Their was a weird false sense of security back then that parents had. My parents let me walk around my grandmas old neighborhood by myself when I was like 6 years old or maybe even younger. They weren’t scared I’d be hit by a car or kidnapped?

I used to ride my bike around my neighborhood and stop and have conversations with some of the older gentlemen who lived on my block. Like Gar, the 80+ year old who lived with wife who had a huge glorious Walnut tree in his front yard. He had squirrel traps everywhere on that tree. This guy was from another time and world. He would set out two lawn chairs in his front yard with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses and everyday the mailman would sit with him for a couple minutes and enjoy some lemonade.

They don’t make em like Gar anymore.

Matthews grandpa made the best Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that my sister and I still talk about this to this day. It’s also when I learned that PB n Js are to be made with grape jam and not strawberry jelly.

Justin and Lauren, three houses parents were divorced. Mom lived in Santa Barbara and they were with their Dad every other weekend. Justin was cool and we’d play Sega Genesis together. But I really went there for Lauren who was easily the most gorgeous girl in the world at the time. She was like a more refined Cindy Crawford with softer features. She was way out of my league. I didn’t get out of my awkward baby fat phase until years later.

My next door neighbors were just the All American family. Football. Motor Home parked out front. Like 5 sons and 1 daughter. All of whom were grown with their own families except for Brad. The “trouble maker” who was in his early 20s at the time. I’d talk with him for hours in his garage as he’d work on his motorcycle and he would tell me what tools he was using and why. He was cool and would always help me fix my bike. Late at night I’d always hear him showing up to his house drunk and arguing with his Dad loudly in the front yard. His family were huge Notre Dame football fans and I remember him being so touched when I drew them a very elementary (at best) Notre Dame flag on a piece of lined 8x10 paper. He went inside to show and tell his Dad, sitting in the living room on his recliner, what I had done.

I drove up to the old neighborhood with my wife and son recently and there was Brad in the driveway, in his 50s now but looked older, tired and worn out. His parents are long gone. The last familiar person left in my old neighborhood. We were really happy to see each other. He asked if I was a doctor now. I said no, why? He said he always thought I was so smart. I’m guessing because of the fact that I was young kids holding conversations with him and elders in the neighborhood. Anyway, I had to disappoint him and tell him I’m not a doctor, just a Disneyland Flex AP and they only thing I need how to operate are fast passes machines.

I could go on and on about other neighbors. There was also Joe. My dad let Joe live in his truck on the street outside our house (after other neighbors complained) When his son who lived three houses down kicked him out of the house after he got married to his wife that would play the harp naked for a living. Just giving detail, Joe had no problems with her playing the harp naked. He would work on the neighbors houses for nothing but cases of Bud Light. His favorite attraction at Disneyland was Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln. Of course even back then I had already been bit by the Disneyland bug and it was often a topic of conversation.

Anyway, I wonder how many neighbors the average American household knows by name these days?
I believe this culture still exists in the MidWest and the American South. It's the big cities that have killed this sense of community.
 

Mac Tonight

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You kind of missed out. 80s kids were the last generation to play outside, drink out of a garden hose etc. I remember going around a knocking on houses of friends I had in the neighborhood to see if they wanted to play basketball or baseball. Sometimes I wouldn’t even know them but just know a kid who lived there. Who does that anymore? And tbh I’m not sure I’d want my kid to do that. Their was a weird false sense of security back then that parents had. My parents let me walk around my grandmas old neighborhood by myself when I was like 6 years old or maybe even younger. They weren’t scared I’d be hit by a car or kidnapped?

I used to ride my bike around my neighborhood and stop and have conversations with some of the older gentlemen who lived on my block. Like Gar, the 80+ year old who lived with wife who had a huge glorious Walnut tree in his front yard. He had squirrel traps everywhere on that tree. This guy was from another time and world. He would set out two lawn chairs in his front yard with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses and everyday the mailman would sit with him for a couple minutes and enjoy some lemonade.

They don’t make em like Gar anymore.

Matthews grandpa made the best Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that my sister and I still talk about this to this day. It’s also when I learned that PB n Js are to be made with grape jam and not strawberry jelly.

Justin and Lauren, three houses parents were divorced. Mom lived in Santa Barbara and they were with their Dad every other weekend. Justin was cool and we’d play Sega Genesis together. But I really went there for Lauren who was easily the most gorgeous girl in the world at the time. She was like a more refined Cindy Crawford with softer features. She was way out of my league. I didn’t get out of my awkward baby fat phase until years later.

My next door neighbors were just the All American family. Football. Motor Home parked out front. Like 5 sons and 1 daughter. All of whom were grown with their own families except for Brad. The “trouble maker” who was in his early 20s at the time. I’d talk with him for hours in his garage as he’d work on his motorcycle and he would tell me what tools he was using and why. He was cool and would always help me fix my bike. Late at night I’d always hear him showing up to his house drunk and arguing with his Dad loudly in the front yard. His family were huge Notre Dame football fans and I remember him being so touched when I drew them a very elementary (at best) Notre Dame flag on a piece of lined 8x10 paper. He went inside to show and tell his Dad, sitting in the living room on his recliner, what I had done.

I drove up to the old neighborhood with my wife and son recently and there was Brad in the driveway, in his 50s now but looked older, tired and worn out. His parents are long gone. The last familiar person left in my old neighborhood. We were really happy to see each other. He asked if I was a doctor now. I said no, why? He said he always thought I was so smart. I’m guessing because of the fact that I was young kids holding conversations with him and elders in the neighborhood. Anyway, I had to disappoint him and tell him I’m not a doctor, just a Disneyland Flex AP and they only thing I need how to operate are fast passes machines.

I could go on and on about other neighbors. There was also Joe. My dad let Joe live in his truck on the street outside our house (after other neighbors complained) When his son who lived three houses down kicked him out of the house after he got married to his wife that would play the harp naked for a living. Just giving detail, Joe had no problems with her playing the harp naked. He would work on the neighbors houses for nothing but cases of Bud Light. His favorite attraction at Disneyland was Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln. Of course even back then I had already been bit by the Disneyland bug and it was often a topic of conversation.

Anyway, I wonder how many neighbors the average American household knows by name these days?
Dangit man. You just brought back all the memories I have as a kid of playing in the neighborhood with one rule: when the streetlights come on, its time to head home. But until then we'd just ride our bikes to each other's houses, jam some N64, walk to the store, and actually PLAY outside. In the days before cell phones you actually had to memorize your friends phone numbers to call them at home and hope they were able to come out and play.

I remember playing in and around my grandpa's truck parked along the curb with my sister. We had a game for spying on neighbors and hiding in the back of the truck bed. When my grandma grew cucumbers in their garden, she'd have us sell them on the sidewalk, and we actually did good business.

We turned out just fine.
 

mickEblu

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Dangit man. You just brought back all the memories I have as a kid of playing in the neighborhood with one rule: when the streetlights come on, its time to head home. But until then we'd just ride our bikes to each other's houses, jam some N64, walk to the store, and actually PLAY outside. In the days before cell phones you actually had to memorize your friends phone numbers to call them at home and hope they were able to come out and play.

I remember playing in and around my grandpa's truck parked along the curb with my sister. We had a game for spying on neighbors and hiding in the back of the truck bed. When my grandma grew cucumbers in their garden, she'd have us sell them on the sidewalk, and we actually did good business.

We turned out just fine.

Oh wow the game you played with your sister reminded me of the one I’d play with my sister at my grandmas. We would pack a sack of snacks for this “journey” around my grandmas house. The journey took place along the Fence that surrounded the house. We had to stay on and not ever fall off because of you fell off, you died in the lava of course. Along the way their were plenty of obstacles in between the saltine cracker breaks.
 

Mac Tonight

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Oh wow the game you played with your sister reminded me of the one I’d play with my sister at my grandmas. We would pack a sack of snacks for this “journey” around my grandmas house. The journey took place along the Fence that surrounded the house. We had to stay on and not ever fall off because of you fell off, you died in the lava of course. Along the way their were plenty of obstacles in between the saltine cracker breaks.
That sounds awesome! My sister and I would re-enact plays we had seen at the Glendale Center Theatre in my grandparent's front yard. Or, when we had to stay indoors, she would sometimes force me to play "furniture store" where she'd go around and price all the items in the living room, set up a little cash register and have me come in as the "customer". lol.

Another favorite past time was hanging sheets on their old clothesline and making fort shelters from the outside world.
 

TP2000

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Anyway, I wonder how many neighbors the average American household knows by name these days?

I would hazard to say very few know their neighbors by name.

Random Neighborhood Fun Fact: My dad was in the habit of buying illegal firecrackers at a nearby Indian Reservation. The firecrackers would be carefully taped to small rocks, and in a cabinet drawer in the living room the firecracker rocks were kept in a small bowl next to a slingshot built very precisely with surgical tubing. When too many crows, usually deemed to be 3 or more, settled in the big oak trees in the front yard my dad would open the cabinet, extract a few rocks, go out in the yard and then slingshot the projectile up into the tree aiming at the crows perches. I was in charge of lighting the fuse, and he was very good at timing it so that the rock would leave the slingshot with only about one second of fuse left, exploding in the tops of the trees with a huge bang and scaring the life out of the crows.

This behavior was seen as perfectly normal, and my dad wasn't the only man on the block who did this. I think the crows actually thought it was a fun game.

I can only imagine what would happen today in some bland Irvine PC suburb if a husband started shooting firecracker rocks at wildlife. I imagine the neighbors would quickly learn that guys name, if only while filling out the police report on him.

Meanwhile, in Star Wars Land... the Millennium Falcon: Target Run currently has a 45 minute wait time. I don't think the Electrical Parade is packing in the crowds yet.
 
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