Drinks

• Lightning McQueen Raceway Punch: Raspberry lemonade served by your “older brother” who gives you a punch in the arm for ordering “a sissy drink with a light toy stuck in it.”
• Mickey’s Bee Bop: Cherry soda served with an ice cube that has a bee frozen in it.
• Flavored Sodas: Coke blended with vanilla, cherry, or maple syrup, “depending on what what ol’ cousin Buford whipped up in the bathtub.”

Appetizers

• Chicken Noodle Soup: Served “just like Mama used to make” (to sick guests only).
• Mixed Green Salad: Served with house dressing that tastes a little off but if you take a bite and make a face, “your face is going to freeze like that.”
• Onion Rings for Two: Because you don’t need to be a pig and eat all of them yourself.

Main Course

• Grandma’s Chicken Pot Pie: Just like Grandma used to make, but without the complaining, lame old-time stories, and occasional incontinence.
• Mom’s Old-Fashioned Pot Roast: Proving that, even though it’s the ’50s, Mom was a child of the ’60s.
• Crazy Cousin Buford’s Stuffed Pepper: Nobody has any idea what’s in this thing.
• Trendy Little Sister’s Fish Sandwich: We’re guessing that she doesn’t understand that fish isn’t vegetarian.
• Dad’s Traditional Meatloaf: Thick ground beef with thick sauce and a mound of mashed potatoes. (Not recommended for individuals with heart conditions.)
• Stacked like the Cheerleader Next Door Sandwich: Mounds of chicken breast wrapped tight in a fried-dough “sweater.”

Desserts

• Dad’s Brownie Sundae: No, you can’t have a bite.
• Grandma’s Bread Pudding: Seriously, get your own.
• Baby Brother’s Ice Cream Sundae: Sorry, he’s not going to share.
• Mom’s Fruit and Cottage Cheese Plate: This you can have.

When we visited, we checked out the menu and decided to order a Diet Coke. Here it is:

The Diet Coke was delicious and nicely matched the restaurant’s decor and atmosphere. It also went well with the rest of our meal, which was quite good.

There are no cast members here, but rather family members. If your server is a woman, she isn’t a waitress, she’s “Mom,” ready to make sure you eat your peas, clean your plate, and feel guilty for not calling her more often. If you’ve got “Dad” waiting on you, he’s wearing a suit, smoking a pipe, giving out advice, and calling “Mom” over from another table whenever actual work needs to be done. And of course there’s “Brother,” bussing tables, giving out random wedgies to unsuspecting diners, and saying “good boy!” to Fido, who is constantly underfoot.

Each table (either a Formica counter or a TV tray) has a small television on or near it, showing clips from old black-and-white family sitcoms. Observant guests will notice that every show has a common theme — something wacky or embarrassing that happens to someone who harasses or under-tips a waiter or waitress.

The dining experience is quite unique. Mom makes you set your own table and gives you “homework” to do while you wait for your food to arrive. (For example, she might ask you to calculate the corporate profit on an annual pass or list the atomic weights of everything on the table.)

We’ll talk more about the food in a future post, but suffice to say it has a heavy emphasis on comfort and sitcom-like fun. For example, here’s the meatloaf, a popular entree:

After you eat and Mom has confirmed that you cleaned your plate (because there are children starving in China), you bring your dirty dishes to the kitchen and wash them before you are allowed to pay your bill, brush your teeth, and “go out to play until bed time.”

A few entertaining bits of dialogue overheard in the Cafe:

• You want what they’re having? If they jumped off a bridge, would you do that, too?
• That napkin isn’t going to pick itself up.
• I’m not going to ask you again — what would you like to order?
• How do you know you don’t like it if you haven’t tasted it?
• You want me to take that back? What am I, your maid?
• What part of “we don’t serve Pepsi” don’t you understand?
• It’s no use crying over spilled Lightning McQueen Raceway Punch.
• Don’t put that in your mouth; you don’t know where it’s been.
• If you’re going to the restroom, call me when you get there, just so I know you’re okay.
• Why are glowing ice cubes extra? Because I said so, that’s why.
• If I told you once I told you a thousand times, appetizers aren’t included.
• I know it isn’t fair that the dining plan no longer includes a tip. Well, life isn’t fair.
• This bill is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.
• I brought you into Disney World and I can take you back out!
• Don’t eat that — you’ll get worms!
• You call that a tip? Do you think I’m made of money?
• Everyone got clean underwear?

Not only will guests be able to decide what restaurant they will want to eat at in six months, they will also be encouraged to pre-order specific meals, schedule drink refills, and fill out surveys indicating how pleased they expect to be with service and how much of a tip they will leave. Guests who expect that they will encounter difficulty with a server may arrange to meet with a lead cast member at a specified time after their meal.