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When we first walk in the door, they assign a color, indicating which section of the arena we are to be seated, and which knight we are to cheer for. Then, a professional takes a group photo in the next room. I asked them what their rules are, concerning photos, and they said that I was free to take pictures of everything, except for that one particular room. Sweet!!.
They're very good at shaking all the money out of your pockets with so many delightful extras that can be purchased, whether it be at the dungeon (museum), bars, gift shops, or photo booths. I personally did not feel the need to buy anything else. The main event and my own pictures were quite satisfying; thank-you very much. Our benefactor bought trinkets and souvenirs for the kids, though..
Normally, I do not like clapping, cheering, or yelling like a simple-minded fool. No, seriously. But this time, I told the family, that to enjoy the experience thoroughly, we had to completely immerse ourselves, and cheer for our green knight without restraint. It turns out, he was the bad guy. (Don't worry; they change the story.) But we had a blast, and I'm sure it was more fun for the performers and other fans as well. If you've never been there, I definitely recommend it..
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It looks like fun! There's a Medieval Times here in Toronto but I have never gone to it. How was the food?
we went there once and had a blast. we all wore white shirts and used each other as napkins too. yeah, we were the barbaric version....
sounds like a hoot-good for you guys!
The food tasted great. Eating with fingers is so much fun, I think I will adopt that as an occasional dinner theme, if my wife permits.
I wanted to take frequent photos, and my fingers were getting greasy with the chicken. Licking the fingertips wasn't thorough enough, so I dunked in the Pepsi and that cut through the grease well enough to handle the camera. Next time, I'm bringing extra napkins, unless we can convince Lime to come with us in her long-sleeved white shirt.
The dungeon/museum was disturbing. They showed all manner of instruments for torture, mutilation, and slow deaths. Plus, they described how each item was used. I cannot imagine what kind of sick mind comes up with these things. Oh sure, in 7th grade, we may have come up with gross stuff for hypothetical situations, but that someone would actually implement such horrific devices? Lord, have mercy!
Sounds like fun! I've always wanted to do something like that.
Hello Craver! That sounded really good fun. Sometimes we have 'Elizabethan' evenings here, in olde worlde castles, and we have to dress up as milk maids, and what have you.
There's usually a ghost too that makes an appearance some time during the evening!
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