ANAHEIM, Ca.—Comedian Jim Gaffigan once joked, “My favorite ride at Disney was the air conditioned bus back to the airport.” When asked why he paid so much money to wait in long lines for underwhelming rides, he replied, “Because I love my children.”
I love my children, too. But unlike Gaffigan, I’ve been unwilling to visit Disney until recently because I viewed it as a rip-off, an unneeded parental sacrifice, and not nearly as rewarding as natural wonder. Although I have fond memories of visiting Disneyland with my family as an eight year old boy, I have fonder memories of visiting the nearby Laguna Beach that same week. “So I’ll take my kids to more majestic, less expensive places instead,” I’ve told myself ever since.
Deep down, however, I wanted to know: Could so many people be wrong? Why do over 70 million folks visit one of Disney’s templated parks each year, making it the third most-visited tourist attraction on Earth, according to Travel and Leisure? Can a place that averages 4.5 out of 5 visitor stars really be an overpriced tourist trap?
To find out, I caved recently and booked my family for two-day passes to Disneyland. Tickets cost $100 each per day; children were $5 off (that’s it?!). In fact, admittance to the park totaled more than the combined airfare and four-day stay we paid for a well-rated hotel across the street, not to mention the expensive dining we were sure to encounter inside the park.
Upon realizing that, I had buyer’s remorse. Had I make a mistake? Was I turning into sheep? Maybe. But I was determined to find out for myself, if not for humanity’s sake.
For the young at heart
Turns out, my inner-critic was wrong. Disneyland is enchanted—a captivating delight. During my visit, I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
I saw several bearded, grizzled men in full Micky garb. A pair of Gothic girls sporting oversized Mini Mouse t-shirts under layers of black. A senior couple euphorically boarding Peter Pan’s Flight. Grown adults rising and falling on King Aurthur’s Carrousel with nary a concern of looking foolish. And a model-esque, exotic-looking blond inching closer and closer to a passing parade just to catch a glimpse of her favorite princess, if not touch her past.
At Disneyland, the stoic and cool are no where in sight. I’ve never seen so many smiles and cheery dispositions in public. At one point I bumped into a lady in her ‘40s. We both smiled, apologized, and hi-ho’d our separate ways into Tomorrowland. Had the encounter happened “in the real world,” I would have expected a lot more grunts, grumbles, and annoyed looks.
I certainly didn’t expect so much wonderment. When my wife and oldest two children exited from Indiana Jones — their first ride of the day — they did so with bright eyes and full faces. While whipping through Big Thunder Mountain or dropping from Tower of Terror, we screamed a whole lot more than we do at our local theme park.
Upon approaching Space Mountain for the first time in 27 years and encountering those hypnotizing blue lights and launch tunnel, I thought to myself: let’s see if this still has it after all the years. I’m here to report, it does. I retired giddy with laughter. All three times.
But Disneyland and the adjoining California Adventures capture more than just thrill rides. The fifteen themed areas arrest the imagination. Sure, the robotics of Pirates of the Caribbean, Ariel’s Underwater Adventure, or Nemo’s Submarine Voyage won’t suspend your belief. But Cars Land will. Star Tours will. Midway Mania will. Fantasyland will. So should Animation Academy and several others.*
Like he’s done with so many of his movies, Walt Disney bottled magic in his theme parks. Not because I need them to be worth the price of admission. Not because I overvalue nostalgia or feeling young again. Not because I love my kids. But because I shared two, fun-filled days with them at a truly remarkable place.
Upon retiring the first night, my wife (who entered the park more jaded than I) turned to me and said, “That was a blast!” Lying next to us in the queen-size bed, two of our daughters were sleeping in each other’s arms. I’m romanticizing, but not making that up. No, Disneyland didn’t mend the sibling rivalry between them. Maybe they were just tired. But I believe there’s more to it.
We entered the park that day as a family that prides itself in avoiding tourist traps, the beaten path, and on frequenting the most awe-inspiring landscapes the world has to offer. We left a little younger, a little happier, and fully converted to the gospel of Walt Disney.
Comparing apples to apples
About those hefty ticket prices… How much can, would, or should you pay to feel young again? Is there value in spending a day (or several) at a place that captures innocence, goodwill, thrills, and imagination? And what about long lines and costly food: how might those affect enjoyment of Disney?
As someone who puts a premium on fountain of youth activities (i.e. eating milk and cookies, cutting rug, feeling the wind in my face, learning something new), Disney is well worth the price of admission, even with last year’s hike to $100 per day for adults. That’s double (if not slightly less) than several other theme parks I’ve visited as an adult, including Sea World, Universal Studios, Six Flags, and others.
But Disney has two times the ride quality, three times the creativity, four times the cleanliness, amenities, and service, and five times the charm. Moreover, seeing the highly-rated Aladdin on Broadway will set you back $100, whereas a similar in-park production of it is nearly as impressive and included in the price. In that sense, Disneyland is not only money well spent, it’s money better spent when compared to similar experiences.
The same goes for the food. We ate fried chicken at The Plaza Inn for $15 a plate. Not only was it three to four times better than KFC, it was the best fried chicken I’ve had since relocating from the Deep South more than a decade ago. The accompanying green beans could have passed as original fine dining, too, they were that good. The mashed potatoes and biscuits were nothing to write home about, but they didn’t taste frozen or commercially microwaved either, which is better than most similarly priced chain restaurants can say.
On top of that, we devoured unexpectedly delicious shish kabobs and grilled veggies from Bengal Barbecue in Adventureland. We gobbled on delectable Chinese from Lucky Fortune Cookery in Pacific Wharf. And enjoyed dark chocolate sundaes from the Ghirardelli Parlor in the afternoon.
There were a few misses. Although the all-beef franks on wheat buns were full of flavor and heavy on outdoor fun, they probably weren’t worth the $7 we paid for them. Nor were the $10 sundaes or forgettable beignets, if I’m being honest with myself. To keep costs down, we didn’t eat from any waited tables, preferring instead the well-rated over-the-counter restaurants mentioned above.
But even when the edibles were questionable, it was fun to occasionally indulge in them. On a warm January night that Southern California is so eager to give, I was happy to buy $4 churros with abandon for the whole family.
As for avoiding disheartening lines, I recommend visiting during off-peak times only, i.e. late January, spring weekdays, early fall—anything that’s not a holiday or summertime really. Otherwise you run the risk of waiting up to three hours for popular rides such as Indiana Jones, Radiator Racers, and Space Mountain, one Disneyland employee told me. While visiting in peak July, the aforementioned Gaffigan endured more than an hour long queue for the iconic but disappointing Dumbo ride. “I’m the dumbo,” he quipped of the experience. “I’m waiting to see myself.”
The final word
I’m convinced Disneyland is one of the last places on Earth where masses of people aren’t consumed by their phones. That alone has merit. On top of all the other positives, the park left an indelible impression on me and elated my spirits. I’m confident it can do the same for the young at heart, anyone seeking creative escape and bewitching thrills, or anyone wishing to see the world with younger eyes again.
There I go getting romantic again.
Is Disney the “happiest place on Earth” as advertised? I don’t know about that. But there’s virtue in the slogan. It is indeed a happy, happy place. That’s not the stars in my eyes talking. For any still in doubt—or was I the last one?—I can positively say Disney is anything but a tourist trap, rip-off, or somehow inferior as a synthetic apple to the authentic “oranges” of nature.
In short, Disneyland exceeded all of my skeptical expectations. I don’t plan on visiting it for 13 consecutive years like my enthusiastic neighbor has. But I can finally identify with him and others like him. And I undoubtedly plan on returning within the next few years, instead of the two and a half decades it took me to visit it a second time. █
An edited version of this story was published in The Deseret News. About the author: Over the last decade, Blake Snow has written for fancy publications and Fortune 500 companies as a content strategist, brand journalist, and bodacious writer-for-hire. He lives in Provo with his family.