![]() ![]() We parked near the Best Buy which was very close to the mall entrance. When I called to purchase tickets I was told the doors open at least an hour early and we got there early because we were not sure what the parking situation would be like. There were a group of 4 of us who attended the first show on a Saturday. Who doesn’t love a knight in shining armor? It had pageantry, action, romance, horses, a falcon, and the sparks literally fly! And knights. I knew the whole thing was fake, but I didn’t care. You want your knight to win the joust, as well as the hand of his “Queen of Love and Beauty” in marriage. In fact, you don’t even notice it anymore. But you’re so immersed in the show that the potential for cheese doesn’t bother you. But the riding is very impressive and beautifully choreographed. His lance was designed to splinter on impact and the roll he took off his horse wouldn’t even be believable in a spaghetti Western. Look closely enough and you’ll realize that the devastating blow the knight took from a lance was all for show. The ancient relics were more likely “Made in China,” and the swinging flail during the hand-to-hand combat is probably a tennis ball rather than a deadly weapon. Of course you are - your wench even called you “milady.” And those really are gallant knights on horseback, and the future of the realm really does depend on the outcome of the jousting tournament in front of you. The lack of utensils is just another prop - you really are guests of honor at a medieval banquet. About halfway through primally ripping apart a whole chicken (er, I mean “baby dragon”) you throw caution to the wind and let yourself totally enjoy the experience. In fact, you even eat with your hands, to further the 11th century motif. Your servers are “wenches” or “serfs.” Phony British accents aside, the cast is dedicated to creating the illusion. Throughout the event, everyone stays in character. You start off by walking through a medieval tavern village (read: gift shop), where you can tour the dungeon (read: torture museum) while you wait to enter the stadium. In short, Medieval Times has mastered the fine art of the suspension of disbelief. I spent the evening shouting “huzzah!” when the Red and Yellow Knight grabbed a ring on his lance or knocked down a competitor. I mean, we were wearing paper crowns, so the cheese factor is definitely high. While the fighting was flashy, it was obviously scripted. And the food is surprisingly good! Be prepared to ask for a takeout box, because you won’t be able to finish it all. ![]() (He was robbed!) All in all, it was a “knight” to remember. We cheered on the Red and Yellow Knight, booed his foes, and were sad when he didn’t win. We dined with nobles and kings, feasting on “baby dragon” (chicken) and other sumptuous treats, while watching knights demonstrate their swordsmanship and feats of bravery. I recently took the kiddos on an adventure to the 11th century. ![]()
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