I'm not exactly complaining about the (sickeningly) sweet fragrance of funnel cakes, churros and beignets wafting over us as we stroll from Adventureland to Tomorrowland. These scents are incredibly nostalgic for me, and I can't say I'm not a little tempted by the siren call of fried chicken, kettle corn, and Mickey Mouse-shaped pretzels, either.
But holy shit, people. I think I took in a few hundred extra calories simply by inhaling the smell of the stuff that everyone's mindlessly downing here.
This place smells like diabetes.
