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