Ah well, glad they are going to change it but as mentioned, taking your 2.25 children through there late at night (It really happens, a lot) might not give them the best impression of Disney, and that good old Disney Magic...
While we are on the subject of downtown Disney, let me congratulate them on their upgrade to the big store. The spitting "Stitch" is a fantastci idea. Watched so many people pushing their kids though it by mistake, fantastic, and the new Pirates of the Caribbean Themeing (Just in time for #2) is brilliant...
Again -- drat! -- Disney is well behind the "needs" curve of the American out-of-home entertainment consumers. What with New Orleans having had it's recent management woes (similar, if you will to what's been happening with the wacky gals and/or gals in the endless upper echelons of WDI), making it hard to find some other hot, humid, expensive place to go to pretend to attend a conerence, what America need is a place where father, drunk on their ass, can show his 2.25 children just what he is made of (of at the least, what he ate for lunch). Not just dads, but a place hwere disaffected soccer-moms can catch the "walking cup fever" as they stagger along the ill-graded main drag of Pleasure Island, berating dad and the kids for being such a drag on their lives and souls, while trying – pathetically -- to catch the eye of the Door-Member at The Adventurer’s Club.
I kid the Mouse, of course (by the way, Mr. Lassiter, what was that e-mail address where I could send to you my cv?). Hell-fire, what the damned place needed from moment that it was first pitch to “Mookie” Eisner (remember him? Tall guy with a squinty eye, used to hang out with Sparky Katzenberg a lot?) was MORE SLEAZE on Pleasure Island! Not family fun sleaze (Hooters has that market pretty well sewn up), but actual, honest-to-goodness, “holy crap!” simulated sleaze!
Remember when (oh, so long ago in the mid-1990s) when it was a scandal when there was some astonishing Seminole woman on horse back selling shots of tequila (that is, on her nights off from The Doll House)? NOT ENOUGH! It should have been a sweaty, dark, loud, dangerous place. OK, sure, you should have had SOME idea that you would REALLY get beaten up by a couple of drag queens while standing in line Mannequins, but there should have been that thought, was back in your liquor-soaked lizard brain that something like that MIGHT happen. It should been the food-‘n-beverage version of a roller coaster: thrilling, the illusion of danger, but with a good chance of survival (Mission Space aside).