Country breakfast at Monell's is my favorite meal at any restaurant in any city. For $15, they bring out sausage, bacon, biscuits and gravy, country ham, fried apples, pancakes, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, cheese grits, and corn pudding. Then they bring out the fried chicken. Fried chicken. For breakfast!
We went to Dave and Busters for the first time. Jefferson went bananas. He found this game where you try to throw a ball into a wide mouth milk jug. It was darned near impossible, but even you missed the milk jug, you still got a ton of tickets. This was enough tickets to buy a kazoo.
We'd never stayed at the Opryland Hotel before. It is nuts. There are waterfalls. There's a river. There are restaurants, shops, a gelateria, a couple of coffee shops, and a TON of rednecks. Like this one.
This Christmas tree was extraordinary. Jefferson visited the nearby Santa, who, after Jefferson recited his list, broke character and asked us: "You get all that?"
One of the things included in our package was a scavenger hunt. There were 15 clues and it took us 2 hours. The final thing was Jack Frost's staff. Look at how proud that goober is!
Our package also included tickets to ICE, an exhibit featuring 2 million pounds of ice carved into stuff. This year's theme was the old Frosty cartoon. It's 8 degrees in there. They supply you with a vermin-ridden calf-length parka. I was itching for days after. Psychosomatic, I'm sure. But still.
It was all pretty incredible.
The ice slide was fun, but we got freezer burn on our butts.
This was amazing, but you know what they say about the yellow snow ...
We took a carriage ride around Opryland and it was beautiful, but windy and absolutely freezing cold.
But little buddy smiled all the way through it.
After the freezing cold carriage ride, we did what any excellent parents would do. We fed our child ice cream.
The final feature of our hotel package was the Shrek Feast, a Shrek themed breakfast buffet. They served disgusting green juice and had a green chocolate waterfall, but the rest of the food was actually pretty tasty.
Nightmare fuel.
Shrek's mouth and dead eyes never moved. The woman talked and led him around. Jefferson, as usual, not totally buying it.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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