The food. The point is the food. I don't know from experience and don't want to, but just the fact that every braindead Disney-loving fat I've ever encountered raves about the food combined with the fact that this exists with the subtitle "food IS a theme park" is enough to convince me. Fats scoot from one food stand or restaurant to another after creating a full week long itinerary of beetus (seriously, a reservation comes with a dining plan and fats write travel blogs about mapping out the strenuous travel between meals), sucking on candy shaped like cartoon characters and taking embarrassing selfies. What's the point of anything when you're 400 pounds, if not food?