Bar Hopping with Julian, Chapter Two
The Outer Rim at Disney's Contemporary Resort // 28.4150° N, 81.5744° W
As some of you guys may recall, I struggled a good bit when trying to pick a drink and/or place for my first post. It’s just that I’ve spent so much time (and money) at so many bars across the Disney property that narrowing things down is a bit tricky, but one bar in particular holds my heart neatly in its rocks glass, and that bar would be The Outer Rim at Disney’s Contemporary Resort.
I know, again, it's not the flashiest bar on the block, or even on the resort monorail for that matter, but it's just so easy. Easy to get to, easy access to the Magic Kingdom, easy to get out of, and easy to fall in love with.
There's something magical, something incredibly innocent and pure, about the lack of bars in the Magic Kingdom. And there's so much to do and see there that it's easy to forget that there's not a bar around every corner. However, for those of us wishing to be on the same level as some of those Country Bears appear to be – this bar can be of some assistance.
In the least creepy way possible, it's prime location for people watching. No one can argue the amount of foot traffic that the Contemporary Resort gets, and being situated right next to Contempo Café and the ever-popular Chef Mickey’s, you'll be sure to witness, at the very least: several family meltdowns, temper tantrums, PDA, and any imaginable level of genuine happiness and excitement as kids realize they're going to eat with Mickey Mouse.
I remember sitting at the bar, the closest chair to the window, and closing my tab. I was anywhere from 4 to 7 Old Fashioneds in when I decided that it may be time to call it quits and I made my way to the nearest restroom. I'm not proud of this story, but everyone who hears it seems to enjoy it, so here it goes. Once I finished up and dried my hands, I turned to exit the restroom, only, the door was locked. In my drunken state, I began to panic. I forgot that it was barely 8 p.m. and surely the hotel wouldn't have closed the bathroom this early. (Side note: I'm not sure if they ever close it, aside from maybe to do some really thorough cleaning.)
Now, I'm not a small fellow. I make it a point to lift heavy objects repeatedly in the gym several days a week, so when I tell you I almost pulled the door from the wall, believe it to be true. I was in there, grunting like a mad man, muscles contracting with extra alcoholic enhanced strength. It was surely a disturbing scene for the poor little guy that watched as he washed his hands behind me. But he had nothing to worry about! This muscle-bound freak show was getting us out of there!
And I'm not entirely sure of the amount of time I spent huffing and puffing and failing to pull that door down, but eventually I felt a few small taps on my lower back.
I spun, wobbling on my heel to see the little guy looking up at me. "The door out," he smiled and whispered shyly, "is over here." I turned my head and watched him walk out of the actual exit. I had been pulling on the locked custodian closet the whole time. I looked around the now empty bathroom and shook my head, then glanced back at the locked door. I gave a few last grunts and walked out like nothing had happened – like I hadn’t just made a fool of myself.
Maybe in a later post I will tell you guys what happened once I got out of the restroom, but for now – everyone go and enjoy the beautiful little bar that is the Outer Rim at Disney's Contemporary Resort, and don't forget to take note of which doors lead in and out of the restrooms.
Julian "Papa Teasly" Blanchard