Holy Sh*t I Went to Club 33 at Disneyland!!!

If you don’t know what Club 33 is, look here, then come back to this blog post. Short story: It’s a private (membership only) club in Disneyland. It costs bajillions of dollars to join. I heard at one point the waiting time to join was 14 years long, but it is currently closed. Don’t quote me on that. There are corporate memberships and that is how I got in through my friend. If you want to learn about the Club 33 dress code and more general details, look here. I’m mostly just going to tell you about my experience.

My friend and I met up at Disneyland at about 6:15p. We went to the lockers and dropped off our fancy clothes because Club 33 has a dress code; however, our reservation wasn’t until 9:30p so we had time to kill. Apparently, if you make reservations for Club 33, they pay for your entry into the park all day. My friend and I have season passes, so we didn’t think it was necessary to spend the whole day there.

After roaming around the park and getting kicked off the Winnie the Pooh ride (it broke. Not our fault.), we changed and arrived at the Club at 9:15p. They weren’t ready for us so they had us stand around outside. Super surreal standing around outside the door in a dress and heels while bunches of people are walking by, trying to open the door to the club or jumping to look inside when the door opens so the staff can talk to people with reservations. So, we stood outside and took pictures.

Once we got in, we waited around in the foyer for about 25 minutes. Staff was running behind, but we were IN and we didn’t care. Again, it was surreal to be standing inside, listening to people try to open the door. A couple of college-age people rang the doorbell and said, “We don’t have reservations, but we just wanted to tell you that someday WE WILL GET IN TO CLUB 33!!!” The staff was of course a really good sport and said, “Well okay! I’ll see you someday, then!”

So, while we were standing around, I took more photos:

This is the French Elevator. The story is that Walt Disney and his wife had taken a trip to France. He was so in love with the elevator at the hotel, he asked to buy it. They said no. So, Walt Disney sent a team of Imagineers over to take measurements and pictures so that it could be recreated. This elevator still has almost all of its original parts and yes, it works. We used it. The right foreground of the photo has the front desk and in the right rear is the coat closet and I think other things because the front desk person kept going back there.

The important part of this image is the painting hanging on the wall. It is of 3 African-American men that Walt Disney hired straight from New Orleans to play in the park. It was a big controversy to hang a painting of African-Americans on the wall but Walt did as he pleased. Duh.

Me. Elevator.

Staircase because, hey, why the heck not?

Entrance way back into the main dining room.

A hallway with many closed doors. I do not know what is down that way. It was dark and I’m pretty sure we weren’t to go down there so we didn’t.

Main dining room. Yes, very dim lighting.

Place settings. Yes, Fancy! I had lots of coffee.

The waiter asked if I wanted a picture with the dish. I hadn’t thought of it, but sure! There ya go! Also, I haz a Time Turner!

The salt shaker had a really unfortunate (yet hilarious, because I’m immature) design.

So each season there is a 5-course menu you can get.  Yes, you see that correctly. It is $90 plus $50 if you want the wine pairing.

I didn’t like much of what was on the Vintner menu, so I got the Local Field Green Salad to start and the Cinderella Pumpkin Polenta Ravioli.

Our amuse-bouche was a goat cheese tartlet topped with onion.

Ravioli! They were delicious, not too sweet.

I had the maple crème brûlée with candied fruit and a handmade beignet with raspberry puree. I’m not a huge crème brûlée fan, but I LOVE maple. This was excellent.

Pumpkin cheesecake with vanilla bean ice cream and an eggnog something or other. All was delicious. The ice cream was tasty and I asked if they made it there. The answer was no. The waitress thinks it was Häagen-Dazs. Also, I just learned from that Wikipedia article on Häagen-Dazs that it’s an American company.  Learnin’ new things daily!

Yep, I totally took pics in the bathroom. Here are the stalls! Those are mirrors on the doors.

Ooh fancy!


Our window looked out to the lagoon. There was also a balcony, but it was too chilly to step out there. Next time! *wink*

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