Disney Diary: Spoodles and the Spa
Day three and we’re off to yet another restaurant for breakfast, this time it’s not a buffet which is actually quite unusual whether you’re staying inside Disney World or not, the ‘breakfast buffet’ is big business.
Spoodles is located on the boardwalk, near to the Flying Fish Cafe, we sat outside which was quite a novelty coming from Scotland.
The manager was quick to come and see us, he even organised some tasters for us including this beautiful fruit platter and one of their specialities flatbread pizza, one topped with egg bacon and tomato and the other was a vegetarian variety.
We ate all that and we still had to order our own breakfast (I’m so glad that my crohns was fine while I was there!) I chose french toast, bacon and maple syrup which as you can see from the photo was lovely, it was served with buttermilk which I hadn’t tried before but was a nice compliment to the sweetness of the maple syrup. I was completely stuffed and couldn’t finish it all which was a shame.
Back in the blogger bus and we headed straight for the Grand Floridian Resort and Spa, time for some serious pampering. It was with a little trepidation that I got undressed and slipped on the robe, I’m not great at these sort of things, I was having horror flashes that my gown would fall off, or I’d say something stupid, or fall asleep….or something.
After what seemed like an eternity (around ten minutes) my name was called, unfortunately it turned out that I was unable to have the swedish massage due to my previous miscarriage and the fact that I might be pregnant again (which I was, for a while). I was slightly disappointed, but completely relieved to be able to get dressed! I ended up having a manicure, no average manicure I should say though, this was a manicure with bells on, my arms were soaked, my hands were massaged all whilst sitting in a heated massage throne with my feet up. I felt the need to apologise prefusely to the poor lady having to file my gnawed and mistreated nails, she did an excellent job, she must have filled a whole bin with my cuticle cuttings which she was taking off with what looked like a pair of plyers with a clipping edge, they must keep these on standby for the really bad cases. And guess what, I haven’t bitten my nails at all since being back and it’s been three weeks now 
Oh I miss those breakfasts. I still come downstairs in the morning and sit at the table in the hope that someone will pop something enormous and fattening in front of me without me having to lift a finger… Nice nails too! x
It still amazes me how Americans eat sweet and savoury together such as waffles and bacon!!!
The spa sounds lovely and your nails look beautiful. Good for you for not biting them
I have to admit I quite enjoy the sweet/savoury thing but I do prefer it with British style bacon as it’s more salty.
I did get quite into having asparagus for breakfast too, which was a bit of an odd one.