A trip to Walt Disney World is a experience from the moment you step inside the Park. And in some cases that fun and adventure extends into your dining experience as well! On a recent trip to Walt Disney World, my mom, brother and three-year old son had the opportunity to dine at 50’s Prime Time Cafe. The restaurant is located inside Disney’s Hollywood Studios, so a valid park ticket is required to dine here.
Though Advanced Dining Reservations are available up to 180 days in advance, I was able to score dinner for a Saturday night just 5 days ahead. Guest often cancel, leaving openings available. So if you also have a last-minute trip planned, I recommend checking the Disney website several times a day to find openings just before your trip. Don’t plan to show up the day-of without reservations and expect to dine though; spots for popular restaurants are quite often full. On the day of our visit, I saw several guests turned away at the counter when they came in to request a table without an advanced dining reservation.
The 50’s Prime Time Cafe is set up like grandma’s kitchen, complete with vintage knick-knacks and kitchy decor. Black and white televisions play snippets from classic favorites. Dad’s Lounge at the front of the restaurant serves up retro style alcoholic beverages like the Pina CoLAVA or Dad’s Electric Lemonade.
Our waitress referred to herself as “Cousin Lorraine” and set the ground rules for the evening, “No elbows on the table. No tattle-taling. And you have to finish your vegetables or no dessert!”
My son and I ordered a strawberry milk shake to share. It was plenty for the two of us and quite a yummy treat. While we waited for our food we watched some of the classic television shows being broadcast around us. Most of them I’d at least heard of but a few were unfamiliar. My mom, however was taking a trip down memory lane, recalling what had been old favorites.
The waitress serving the tables in the room behind us kept sternly reprimanding her guests for putting their elbows on the table. She would glare at them each time she left the area. In this photo of me, I’m nonchalantly resting my elbows on the table just a split second before that waitress walks by. What the shot didn’t capture was the moment I caught her walking past me and I swiftly shot my hands into my lap! The waitress serving the tables next to us was a grandmotherly-type and sat down at the table with her guests to take their orders and offer her advice about the food. It was a lighthearted and playful atmosphere.
The menu at 50’s Prime Time Cafe is chock full of classic and traditional homestyle dishes. My mom and I shared Grandma’s Chicken Pot Pie. It came without the usual pie tin but served instead in a large shallow bowl. There was still a bottom crust and a flaky pie top. It was absolutely stuffed with large pieces of white meat chicken breast, chunky carrots, button mushrooms and peas all mixed in a creamy cheesy sauce.
My brother ordered Cousin Ann’s Traditional Meatloaf. This was a tasty looking blend of beef and pork. I say “tasty looking” because my brother didn’t even offer a bite! I guess that tells you how good it was. It was topped with a thick tomato glaze and served alongside roasted garlic mashed potatoes and vegetables. Veggies are not my brother’s thing and he had a few left at the end of the meal. He tried to cover up the leftover veggies but well, being the dutiful big sister that I am, I ratted him out to the waitress! She reprimanded ME for tattle-taling and gave my brother a sticker for the “Clean Plate Club”, saying he did “well enough” on his dinner. Hmph!
It was all in good fun, of course. The food was quite tasty (though slightly overpriced, in my opinion). Portions were good sized but I probably could have eaten the dish by myself. The theme and decor is fantastic and really transports you to another time and place. It’s a good meal location for young kids as well, since it’s bright and noisy and there are televisions to watch (they also gave my son a coloring pages and crayons). 50’s Prime Time Cafe is a blast (from the past!)