Got a really late start leaving home and the weather was terrible, but we carried on. We decided on going to The Wave. When we arrived, it was raining a bit, we parked and got into the building before it really started to pour.
We got to the host desk at The Wave and asked if we could get a booth, there was some confusion about how long it would take, and also that only a half booth would be available. At first they said 30 minutes wait, then someone came back and said they’d seat us right away. If they couldn’t have gotten us in quickly, we were prepared to eat at the Wave Lounge instead. We asked for a quiet table…
Unfortunately, they seated us right next to a party of eight, four of them being small children, one in particular cried several times throughout dinner, one time because a sibling wouldn’t let them grab food off their plate, a different child cried as well for unknown reasons, all of them were in and out of their seats half the time and running back and forth between the outer aisle and the booth side.
We had to wait about 15 minutes before we even met our server. I was not happy, but I didn’t say anything, but you could tell I was grumpy and hangry. We promptly ordered, since we had ample time to go over the menu. While looking around the room, the restaurant was a wreck, dirty tables, chairs were askew, bits of things all over the floor, a quite loud dining room, and the constant din coming from the table of eight to my right. I was fighting the overwhelming urge to LEAVE this whole time.
After a little while, she brought us some waters, some bread, and the beer my husband ordered. It took a considerable time for us to get our food, after all there was a huge table of eight that was getting served before us. I felt like we were there for 5 hours. I only ordered the soup of the day which was a Potato & Chorizo soup and a Caesar salad, my husband ordered an entrée, the vegetarian stew.
Our food finally came, we ate in pretty good spirits, everyone to my left had left, approximately 16 people down the row of tables, so the general noise level had gone down, but the children next to us had gotten more riled up.
The salad was good, the dressing was tangy, it must have been the buttermilk that gave it that tang. The pecorino romano cheese was very good. The soup was delicious, but the portion size was really pathetic for $8.49, the bowl was smallish and only about half full, it really was the size of a small cup, perhaps 4 oz. The vegetarian curry was good, but very spicy, I took a bite and it made me cough unexpectedly for a few seconds and I didn’t have any water left. After we finished eating. My husband ordered another beer, and we asked for a dessert menu.
I was fixated on trying the German Chocolate Cake, it sounded great. It was a twist on the classic dessert, this version had a layer of chocolate on top that was smooth like sauce but a little thicker with some sprinkles of toasted coconut on the sides, then a thick layer of chocolate mousse, a layer of coconut pecan icing, then a thin layer of moist chocolate cake on the bottom, a swish of caramel, and small spoon of caramel ice cream.
The dessert was amazing, truly, it was worth all the hassle and discomfort of the dining experience so far. They served a tiny little scoop ice cream with it (not big enough, a regular sized scoop would have been perfect) this ice cream was fantastic – it was caramel flavor with Heath Toffee bits. This had to be one of the best desserts I have ever had. I thought it was perfect for sharing, after eating half of the slice, I don’t think I could have eaten another bite. It was very rich and very satisfying, and the sugar must have lifted my spirits, I felt much happier after a good dose of chocolate.
After dinner, our Disney adventure continued with a walk to Magic Kingdom, fireworks, rides, pirate treasure hunt, and window shopping.