Bar Hopping with Julian, Chapter Two: The Outer Rim

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.

...But one bar in particular holds my heart neatly in its rocks glass.

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.

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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
Lifestyle Coordinator

In a place filled with contemporary energy - nothing beats a classic. Try an old fashioned and pay attention to which doors you walk in, and walk out of.
— Papa Teasly's Drink Pick

Bar Hopping with Julian, Chapter One: Petals

Bar Hopping with Julian, Chapter One 

Petals at Disney's Pop Century Resort // 28.3504° N, 81.5430° W

For the better part of the last decade, the evil elixir of life that the rest of the world calls alcohol and I have had some crazy nights. I've slept in bushes, ended up on rooftops four stories high, and broken countless items that didn't belong to me (and those are the mild memories). But nothing quite compares to the magic of drinking around the Walt Disney World Resort. 

I can’t even begin to count how many times I've told one of my Disney bar stories and got a confused “There's booze in Disney World?” look in return. For those of us who have had the privilege to sip the devil’s nectar in the shadow of those great mouse ears, well, we've all got our favorite bars in mind. And I’m sure most of us have probably experienced the chaos that is drinking around World Showcase in Epcot, and if not, don't worry…we will get to that eventually.

From here on out, my job is not to convince any of you that my favorites are better in any way, shape, or form. It is simply to share with you the stories of an old cast member, and to give recommendations of incredible bars and drinks on Disney property. So, here's hoping some of you guys are inspired to take a break from the fast-paced rides, shows, and meet-and-greets, and join me for a cold one at one of Walt Disney World’s many great watering holes.   

Now, on to the good stuff. For my first post, I struggled with what drink to write about. I struggled to pick just one of the many bars to focus on. I've shared so many memories in so many of them. I have been kept company by so many drinks there, but once I really sat down and thought it over, the option was actually quite clear: Bacardi Mojitos from Petals Pool Bar at the Pop Century Resort.


I know, I know… The bar itself isn't the classiest, or the best themed, or even inside for that matter. And I know the Bacardi Mojito is a simple drink that’s served resort-wide at most, if not all, Disney World bars, but I had to. I HAD to. I've consumed more of those mojitos by that pool than most people have consumed water in a lifetime.

Back when winning prizes at arcades was still a thing in Florida, those mojitos elevated me to a realm of mental aptitude that allowed me to clean shop. I’d leave with armfuls of arcade prizes that I’d hand out like a thin Santa Claus to my niece and nephew.


There's a fuzzy memory that sticks to my brain like a quick flashback in a movie. I'm sitting behind the wheel of some crazy tank game where you had to defeat a giant sea monster, I believe. (And possibly giant wasp?) I’m sure someone out there knows what I'm talking about. The name of the game escapes me. Anyway, I'm sitting there, 6 mojitos deep and yelling at a complete stranger who could not have been more than 12, telling him to hold his own. "I can't kill this squid all on my own, boy!” Luckily the kid (as far as I can remember) laughs in my face and proceeds to get a higher score than I do. It turns out I was shooting at a tree for 3 minutes straight. I mean, if that isn't first post material then I don't know what is.

That being said, I recommend everyone take a bus ride down to Pop Century Resort, relax by the pool with a refreshing mojito, and when that blistering Florida sun overpowers your will to swim, then proceed into the arcade and have yourself one heck of a night. (Just don't yell at kids, please.)

Julian "Papa Teasly" Blanchard
Lifestyle Coordinator

P.S. To the kid I was yelling at… If you’re reading this, sorry little dude.

Any form of mojito - seriously, drink a few and jump in the pool...okay, maybe drink one and swim responsibly!
— Papa Teasly's Drink Pick