We Eat Out

Well, Christmas 2007 is now behind us and New Year's Day 2008 is just ahead. Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash can hardly think of eating another bite out but neither one of us is going to cook at home so we went out for what else, pizza!! It was off to Screamin' Mimi's located in a little shopping strip on the corner of Ogelthorpe and Price. The owners of Screamin' Mimi's, Big Lou and Mimi, are originally from New Jersey. Big Lou and Mr. Fettucini hit it off from day one. So, Mr. Fettucini, give us the details:

Mr. Fettucini: The pizza at Screamin' Mimi's is even better than Mack's pizza on the boardwalk down the Jersey shore. We order the slices because they're jumbo sized and this italian has to admit that he can't handle more than two Screamin' Mimi's slices. The pizza is thin and the crust is perfecto. Big Lou, my man!!! The best thing about this place is that everybody screams. They scream the orders in, they scream your name for pick-up. I almost feel like I'm in the old neighborhood. Only thing missing are a couple of wise guys standing on the corner wearing their high waisted pants ( I never got into that fashion trend). When Joey T. and Mrs. T. figured out that they wouldn't be able to finish their pie, they screamed for a take home box. It was beautiful and music to my ears. Gotta love it. Now, if they would only throw in a few curse words here and there.....

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I was taking in the scenery and spotted a man wearing a T-shirt that had the following imprinted on the front "I'm only wearing this black shirt until they come out with something darker" (GG, I think I found a man after your own heart!!). As for Mr. Fettucini, you can take the man out of the neighborhood but you can't take the neighborhood out of the man, dahlings.

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

Screamin' Mimi's Pizza: 5 I.O.'s

We Eat Eat

Merry Christmas!! Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash can't believe that it's December 25th. We moved down to Savannah in late September and the time has just flown by. We've dined at numerous restaurants but there are so many more to visit. We'll be blogging through 2008 for sure.

Last night, we celebrated the feast of 7 fishes. It's an Italian tradition for Christmas Eve. Where did we go? It was back to Aldo's, of course. We were hoping not to do any repeats but when it comes to italian meals in Savannah, there's no better place to eat than Aldo's. We were accompanied by Joey T. and Mrs. T. (Mrs. T. is a tough customer, she hates everything just like that kid Mikey on that old TV commercial). As it turns out, Aldo's fish feast special was so much food, that both we and the T.'s decided to order one special per couple and share. Mr. Fettucini, would you please elaborate:

Mr. Fettucini: Aldo, paisano, whatt'a nice'a feast. My man!! We started out with anchovies on foccacia bread (who would'a thought that those salty little fishes could'a made a bread so tasty). Next, we had a creamy shrimp bisque (it was a little too rich for Mrs. T....remember she usually hates everything...although she said it was good). Delicious! Joey T. finished his and then finished Mrs. T.'s (I think he licked her bowl but I'm not sure, maybe it's a sign of their love..we'll just leave it at that). Then came a spring mix salad with calamari (Mrs. T. ate the whole thing...the calamari was so f...... tender...sorry, I didn't mean to curse on Christmas Eve but I couldn't help it...it just slipped out). Finally, we were served cioppino or fish soup with clams, mussles and grouper in a wonderful tomato broth/brodo. We sopped up most of the broth with our crusty bread. Desert, no less, was tiramisu. All I could do after this meal was sing a rendition of O Holy Night because we couldn't a been blessed with a better meal. Aldo, I think I love you but I wanna know for sure, so I guess we're gonna have to keep coming back for more.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I was so delighted with this feast but the gifts that my loveable little italian showered on me between courses was really delightful. Mr. Fettucini is such a romantic, dahlings.

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

Aldo's: 5 I.O.'s

We Eat Out

Jiggle butts, jiggle gutts, jiggle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to eat through this festive holiday.
We dined at Sweet Potatoes located in a little shopping strip on the corner of Eisenhower and Waters in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, lets hear from you:

Mr. Fettucini: As you may or may not know, I am originally from the South...South Philly that is. A good little spot in South Philly serves escarole soup, lasagna, sausage, meatballs and garlic bread with a nice glass of Chianti. But here in the South.... Savannah, that is, it's all about down home cooking. I ordered chicken gumbo with rice, a cucumber salad in a vinagrette and lemon collard greens. Hey, it was all lip smacking good, you see what I'm saying.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I should be counting calories but instead, at Sweet Potatoes, I was counting how many more delicious forkfuls of food I had left before it was all gone. I ordered the fried freshwater catfish with corn pudding and apple mashed sweet potatoes with a biscuit on the side and a tall glass of sweet tea. Y'all can get hooked on this down home cooking really fast, Dahlings. Mr. Fettucini, it's a southern drawl not a southern drool, so wipe your mouth, we'll be back to Sweet Potatoes for more.

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

Sweet Potatoes: 5 I.O.'s

We Eat Out

Mr. Fettucini never misses Mass on Sunday (Ms. Goulash usually sleeps in) so he left a note that he could be found after church at the Firefly Cafe located on Habersham at Troup Square. Mr. Fettucini, now that you have been spiritually cleansed for the week, could you start us off:

Mr. Fettucini: First, let me tell Ms. Goulash that I pray every Sunday for her gypsy soul so that she doesn't burn in Hell for missing Mass every week (once an altar boy, always an altar boy).
Firefly Cafe serves up a very good breakfast. I ordered the "Do It Your Way" omelet. I asked the waitress if she wanted to hear my rendition of the Sinatra tune "My Way" but she said it was done before and the owner gave away a free breakfast for the song. I told her she ain't heard nothin' till she heard me sing it but she wasn't buying it. Hey, can't blame a guy for trying (maybe I should'a walked in with a raincoat slung over my shoulder). Anyways, the omelet was great.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, a woman needs every minute of beauty sleep she can get. Mr. Fettucini, I love you but in bed is where I'd rather stay.
I met up with my Italian at Firefly and ordered the Banana Nut French Toast with vanilla sauce on the side. What a deliciously sweet way to start the day, dahlings.

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

Firefly: 4 I.O.'s

We Eat Out

Holiday shopping makes us hungry. Walking downtown makes us hungry. A sunny day makes us hungry. There's a burger spot downtown on Broughton Street called B D Burgers. It was lunch time, so we stopped in and asked them to share their beef with us. Mr. Fettucini, what did you think?

Mr. Fettucini: I ordered the 1/3 lb. B D Burger. Now, as you know, I'm Italian (have I ever mentioned that before) and there's nothin' I like better than a hard crusted roll. Didn't get one at B D Burgers. In fact, I wondered if the burger bun was fully baked. It was white and mushy and gave me visions of the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, every now and then, I'll have a burger just for the protein surge, so that I can keep up with Mr. Fettucini's walking pace. He's one fast little Italian. I wonder if I can enter him in the Kentucky Derby, dahlings.

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

B D Burgers: 2 I. O.'s

We Eat Out

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash have found it hard to find the time to eat out during this holiday season. Too much to do and too little time. However, there's always time for ice cream. Our favorite spot is Leopold's, downtown on Broughton St. Mr. Fettucini is an ice cream junkie. Music might soothe the savage beast but ice cream turns the wild Italian stallion into a trotting pony. In homage to Leopold's, Mr. Fettucini has written the following:

Mr. Fettucini: My Ode to Leopold's

I think that I could never dream
of anything better than Leopold's ice cream.
With flavors from Lemon Custard to Tutti Fruitti
and seasonal specials that keep calling to me.
Broughton Street has new flair
too bad Mr. Leopold didn't run for Mayor.

Ms Goulash: Dahlings, Mr. Fettucini was a poet and I didn't know it! I scream, he screams but we both calm down with ice cream, dahlings.


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

Leopold's Ice Cream: 5 I. O.'s

We Eat Out

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash will eat almost any cuisine. We tried Thai at The King And I in mid-town Savannah located in a shopping strip off of Eisenhower. The restaurant is tastefully decorated and has a large fish tank with very colorful exotic fish. Here's the dish:



Mr. Fettucini: Hey, don't confuse The King And I with Burger King. We're talkin' two completely different kingdoms here. Ms. Goulash and I each ordered the chicken in yellow curry. I'm tellin' you's, sometimes we think so much alike that it spooks me, anyways the dish was delicious. They combine chicken, potatoes, vegetables and coconut milk with yellow curry and the end result is outt'a this world. Ms. Goulash was so happy with this meal that when we got home, I was the King : - )

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I love spices. I love anything spicey (that's why I married my spicey little Italian!!).

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

The King And I: 3 I. O.'s