We Eat Out

It was the evening after Thanksgiving. We, along with family and friends, were outside around a campfire (with gypsy music playing in the background). Someone said.."pizza anyone?". We said yes, so we headed downtown on Liberty to Mellow Mushroom. Angie Baby was visiting from Philly. She was very excited to be in Savannah with her family. Angie Baby was talking, the Italian way, with words and hands when all of a sudden a sneeze escaped her. In her effort to cover her mouth, her hand flung out and knocked over a tall glass of soda, right into Joey T.'s lap. He's no Sponge Bob, so when he got up, it looked like the poor guy needed Depends. Regarding the pizza:

Mr. Fettucini: Ms. Goulash and I shared a Pesto Pizza. It was good. Mellow Mushroom is a pizza chain. You go there for the pizza but not the atmosphere. I prefer to hear Dean Martin singing That's Amore in the background but at Mellow Mushroom, we got Bob Dylan non-stop and very loud, so loud that it drowned out my expletive adjectives that I incorporate into my conversations. Now, what the .... fun is that!

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I enjoyed the pizza. Our companions were fun and the loud music drowning out Mr. Fettucini and his expletives did not distress me at all.

Rating: 1 - 5 I. O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Mellow Mushroom: 3 I. O.'s

We Eat Out

Dinner last night was downtown at B. Matthews which sits on the corner of Habersham and Bay. Mr. Fettucini did not accompany me as he was called out of town to New Jersey where he met up with his cousins, Joe Pishcopoe, Vinnie Bag O'Donuts and Jack Rabbit. Our brother-in-law, Joey T., agreed to dine with Ms. Goulash. Joey T., if you would please start us out:

Joey T.: Hey, how you's doin'? Listen up, I'm no Billy Shakespeare but I'll give it a shot. I started with an appetizer. Wild Mushroom Strudel. They should call it magic mushroom strudel. I never tasted nothin' like this before. Great stuff. My main entree was the Braised Lamb Shank with Risoto. Hey, I'm tellin' you guys, you gotta order this. It was outa this world. I gotta admit, I was impressed. The "B" in B. Matthews, as far as I am concerned, stands for Baddabing.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, first, I would like to thank Joey for accompanying me. I had heard that the Braised Lamb Shank was their signature dish so, I also ordered a lamb dish. Braised Lamb over Farfalle Pasta. Dahlings, as Joey put it so eloquently, you have to order this dish.

Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

B. Matthews: 4 1/2 I. O.'s

We Eat Out

Well, we're starting to eat out for lunch also. Mr. Fettucini's step-mother is part Greek and cooks an unbeatable Lamb at Easter, so we are also somewhat partial to Greek food. Recently, we have been frequenting Grapevine on Wilmington Island located in a little strip off of Johnny Mercer. Let's have it Mr. Fettucini:

Mr. Fettucini: Italian, Greek, anything Mediterranean is OK with me. The scent of olive oil and garlic smells better to me than Chanel No. 5. Although I must admit that the combo does not go well with hairy armpits. But I digress. Grapevine makes an Avgolemino soup, Gyro, Greek potato salad and salad with Greek dressing that even Plato could expound on for hours.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I concur. Actually, I'm speechless. I didn't know that Mr. Fettucini could spell expound let alone use it in a sentence. Mr. Fettucini, dahling, you do delight.

Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Grapevine: 4 lunchtime I.O.'s

We Eat Out

My little Italian was in the mood for a little italian, so we went to Aldo's Italian Restaurant and Lounge on Wilmington Island off of Johnny Mercer. The place is new, sleek and upscale. We were surprised to find something this nice in a shopping center.

Mr. Fettucini: Excuse me while I wipe away a tear from my eye. Aldo's gravy reminded me of Grandmom's (that's gravy as in red sauce). Momma Mia!!! Now this is Italian. I ordered the bracciola over pasta. Aldo gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. He said he would give me a meal I wouldn't forget. Forget about it??? No way.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I ordered the eggplant parmigiano. The eggplant slices were thin and delicate. Perfection. Our meal was so great that Mr. Fettucini may never ask me to cook again. Actually, he asks all the time but I never listen, dahlings.

Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Aldo's: 4 1/2

We Eat Out

We were in the mood for a romantic spot and noticed an article advising that the Aqua Star Restaurant in the Westin at Savannah Harbour had dancing and Jazz music on the 2nd Friday of the month. Mr. Fettucini is noted for his twinkle toes. I, however, would put all Hungarian gypsies to shame since I would probably trip and fall into a campfire rather than dance enticingly around it. Regardless, it was off to the Aqua Star. The view was fabulous, the music and singing were top notch.What about the meal?

Mr. Fettucini: I ordered the Rack of Lamb done medium with the Apuiva sauce. It cut bloody, so I sent it back ordering it medium-well, crispy on the outside. It cut bloody again. Listen, I can get turned on just looking at a pair of black nylons but this Italian gets queezy at the site of blood. I would'a never made it as a hit man. What really got me was when the bill came, the sauce was $4.00 extra. Talk about gettin' hit!

Ms. Goulash: As I previously mentioned Dahlings, this Hungarian doesn't dance so I have to watch my waistline ( OK, and my hips). I ordered the crabcake appetizer and a Caesar Salad that came with 2 fried oysters. I was satisfied. Now, if the Santa Marguerita wine would have gone to my feet instead of my head, we could have danced away Mr. Fettucini's disappointment.

Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Aqua Star: 2 I.O.'s

We Eat Out

There's a little gem in downtown Savannah called The Six Pence Pub, 245 Bull St. Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash have eaten luch at this establishment but we decided to try it for dinner. Mr. Fettucini, fill us in.

Mr. Fettucini: Whoa! Did I cross the pond or something. No disrespect but I thought the English weren't known for their cooking. I ate the most delicious flounder stuffed with shrimp and scallops and I had a side of collard greens (the chef must be from the southern part of England). Your turn,Ms. Goulash.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I had the Shepards Pie. Everyone adds their own unique touch to this dish and Six Pence did not disappoint. Hip, Hip for Six Pence.

Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Six Pence: 3 I.O.'s

We Eat Out

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash, newcomers to Savannah, GA, were out and about again. This time we ate at A-J's Dockside Restaurant, 1315 Chatham Ave. on Tybee Island. Remember, we rate according to I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms). Mr. Fettucini, how was your meal?
Mr. Fettucini: This little Italian ordered a grilled chicken breast stuffed with spinach and goat cheese. What'a nice'a dish! Cara Mia, how was your meal?
Ms. Goulash: Dahling, I ordered the gumbo and could swear I was in New Orleans. It turns out that the gumbo is A-J's signature dish. And, the view from the outside deck is breathtaking.

Rating: 1-5 I.O.'s
A-J's: 4 I.O.'s

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash, New to Savannah, GA

We are new to the Savannah, GA area and all of Savannah's restaurants, relocating recently from Pennsylvania. Mr. Fettucini is origninally from South Philly and of Italian descent (of course). Ms. Goulash is originally from West Philly and of Hungarian descent (yes, dahlings). Cha Bella at 102 E. Broad Street was the location of our first evening out. We will rate restaurants with I.O.'s (intestinal orgasm's). Mr. Fettucini, what did you think of Cha Bella?


Mr. Fettucini.: I ordered the Halibut over pasta in a light southern pesto sauce with spinach, sun dried tomatoes, bean sprouts and pine nuts. Fantastico!! My love, talk to me.


Ms. Goulash: I had the Lobster Risoto with a light fresh mushroom sauce. Outstanding!





Rating System: 1 - 5 I.O.'s


Cha Bella: 4 I.O.'s