Thankfully, I didn't have to eat at all of them. We have a food critic for that, poor bastard. My job was to evaluate the menus and prices. But Disney wants you to have an Authentic International Experience. So, if you don't want the veggie wrap, you can have schnitzel in Germany, an egg roll in China, and fish 'n' chips in Great Britain, all of which may lead to gastric distress in Mexico.
New establishments have to be thoroughly vetted, which sometimes entails eating there.
The product was a species of funnel cake shaped like a beaver tail, sort of a Canuck answer to the bear claw. By the time of my involuntary siesta in Mexico, I was ready to call it a day. But I still had to meet the boss for dinner and debriefing in Morocco, and then we stuck around for the closing ceremonies. I even like Disney and its black, evil heart. But do us guidebook grunts a favor the next time you avoid a long line, a crappy ride, or some extremely caustic chili as a result of our advice.