In my defense, the weather conditions had been seriously humid and unforgiving, while the lineups lengthy beyond belief. I voluntarily opted out of pure fatigue and partial annoyance at the whole scene.
We were welcomed by several Canada 150 statues - since tourists are inevitable - as well as Conductor Snoopy's Fountain show!
The remaining members of my party had other intentions, however.
Staying solo wasn't exactly an option, so I was blatantly coerced into joining them for the fifteen-minute journey outside the park premises and back. Apparently St. Louis hadn't been "good" enough, and neither had HERO's; the only thing acceptable in the vicinity was discovered to be 2-for-$5 slices from Pizza Pizza. And here I thought I had always been a nasty bother to dine with.
Seven-dollar snow cones were far beyond my budget, therefore I suggested Starbucks. Needless to say, I was not permitted from vacating the amusement grounds for any of the normal franchises. Oh no.
As I needed to be on "standby" for the remaining folk, anything outside of the location contained within Wonderland was an outrageous request. For one extra dollar and absolutely no points collection (nor redemption), I purchased an Iced Pineapple Black Tea Lemonade with more ice than desired ("Light Ice" - yeah right) and at least one centimetre of filler foam.
All in all, neither Behemoth nor Leviathan proved as terrifying as anticipated. Both rollercoasters were equipped with smooth paths and fluid execution, unlike Minebuster and its clunky migraine-inducing tremors.
I can't say I was impressed with the crew's selfish agenda, but at the very minimum, I had succeeded in conquering the coaster monsters of Wonderland.
The same unyielding individual held us captive for a walk about the plaza until she found "a dish she would actually eat." My patience receded with each step. I almost heaved a sigh of relief capable of rattling First Markham Place when the nod of approval was granted to Golden Harvest.
The entire restaurant was empty with the exception of our table plus one more. We eventually became the sole occupants of the space when the same inconsiderate being opted to leisurely flip through the menu and ponder the qualities of each dish.
The lurching jolt was dismissed with a blank stare. After all, I was starved beyond sanity.
Our requested dishes were delivered to our table one by one. I snatched a Soup Dumpling, complete ignoring my body's desperate demand for consumption cutoff. Two pieces of Beef Pancake and a measly Soup Dumpling later, the white flag was raised. I held onto my stomach in silence, strikken with a pain I could utter no words of to the one seated diagonally across.
One can only tolerate a certain amount of oversight, and I'm convinced my resistance was exceeded that evening.
To iterate: Golden Harvest committed no faults. Food was delivered within an acceptable time frame and quality had been maintained since my previous visit. I had not a single complaint about the dining experience itself, but rather faulted myself for miscalculating my company.