I lived in Orlando for many years, and never went to Medieval Times. It seems strange, given how much time I’ve spent writing about a highly fictionalized Medieval England. It’s just that if beer, roasted chicken, macho posturing, and the smell of horse poop had appealed to me I probably would have never left farm country.
That said, when we first moved to Orlando, there was a lower-cost non-name-brand alternative to Medieval Times that went out of business. Its former building, an extremely fake-looking faux castle, just sat there gathering dust for years. Missy and I talked more than once what kind of crazy home could have been made inside that shell.