Wilkommen zum Oktoberfest! Wie Geht’s? Möchtest du toiletten gehen?
Toiletten in Deutschland.
“Don’t go there, everyone in there is weird.” – My wife’s ultra-scientific review of the Germany restrooms.
Maybe go shopping in Das Kaufhaus instead?
Of all the countries in the real world and in the fake World Showcase, I believe I like Germany the best. The people there are jolly and friendly, and the beer comes in huge glasses.
Real size beer at the real Oktoberfest.
Germany at Epcot is a really fantastic place, with very authentic German stuff.
Except this tree.
It is a quaint German town coupled with a drunken party in the back – just like every quaint German town – so strap on your lederhosen and let’s go!
…to the restroom.
The only thing that would make this place better is if hit animated movie characters from that country (or a fictionalized country based on that country) shut the whole place down so that they could move in.
Coming soon: Schneewittchen’s Frozen Funland.
German fairy tales have influenced several Disney films. Among these films are Snow White, Tangled, and of course, Der Fuehrer’s Face. By the way, the real versions of these fairy tales are terrifying. But, there’s nothing terrifying at the fictional Germany. It is nothing but Werthers, pretzels, and most importantly, beer drinking!
Eins, Zwei, Drei, G’suffa!
A visit to the Biergarten means a big party. It means big oompah music, big dancing, and big beers. This much drinking can only mean a need for one thing – a big bathroom.
Fill my fuß maß please.
Germany’s bathroom is just that – nice and spacious. It is also strategically placed at the front. Additionally, this is the closest restroom to the eastside Freedom Boat. Combine all that with the beer, and this restroom needs to be big.
Despite my wife’s review, this restroom is worth a visit. The roominess is nice, and the theming matches the surroundings. After a bunch of beers, why not stumble up to the front of Germany, go for a walk along the Romantic Road from Füssen to Würzburg in a drunken rampage, then bellow “Ein Prosit!”?
Just like Godzilla, if he was European.
Or, if you’re feeling patriotic, march over to American Adventure and use those wonderful Dyson Airblades.
But that would make me Grumpy.
Auf Wiedersehen!