We Go Out In Savannah

LUCAS THEATER

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had the excellent opportunity to see John Prine at the Lucas Theater recently. Mr. Fettucini, give us your notes:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo, happy upcomin' holiday to you's. Ms. Goulash and I remember when John Prine was just startin' out and saw him in person a long time and far away ago. His show at the Lucas was non-stop. I like a guy that's all business and gets it all out there. John Prine sure got it all out there...he must'a sang every song he ever wrote. I especially was partial to Dear Abby and he sure sang it with gusto. He must'a played at least 5 different guitars...kept his roady busy. The Lucas was packed. I was proud of everyone who showed up to support quality entertainment in this town. Keep comin' people!! The more who buy tickets to shows, the more quality shows we'll get.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I could tell that the crowd was a bit older. Let's say middle aged. However, we middle agers are the concert go-ers extraordinaire and know how to let the entertainer feel appreciated. Except for the fact that no one was dancing in the aisle, I would say that this little gypsy dancer found the rhythm of the night foot tapping delightful, dahlings.

Rating: 1 - 5 E. O.'s (entertainment orgasms)

John Prine @ The Lucas Theater: 5 E. O.'s

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LUCAS THEATER

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash have expanded into their Savannah outings to include evenings out and about in town. Mr. Fettucini, please fill us in:

Mr. Fettucini: Happy Autumn to all you's. We have to admit that with the economy and all, we've scaled back on our dining outings and have instead decided to take in the cultural, musical and theatrical events in Savannah. We recently went to the Lucas Theater to see Ballet Flamenco with Jose Porcel. WOW! What a show. Those dancers were heatin' up that stage to the point that I could feel the heat rise up into our balcony seats (there isn't a bad seat in the house so you don't have to worry about breakin' the bank or havin' to rob a bank in order to enjoy a show). We read that SCAD students could get tickets for $10 bucks apiece. Maybe if all the seats were $10 bucks, the theater would'a been filled (food for future thought). Flamenco dance is sensual, high energy movement...it reminded Ms. Goulash of the way I always move. Let us not forget that she married one highly energetic sensual little Italian!

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, over and over I've mentioned my campfire dances. I found it hard to contain myself while watching Flamenco dancing. I wanted to run down the aisle and up onto the stage so that I could twirl around that sexy Jose Porcel. However, I elected to sit in my seat next to sexy Mr. Fettucini (smart move on my part wouldn't you agree Dahlings?!)

Rating: 1 to 5 E.O.'s (entertainment orgasms)

Ballet Flamenco: 5 E.O.'s (and then some!!)

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DRIFTAWAY CAFE SANDFLY

Recently, Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had the pleasure of dining at the Driftaway Cafe on Skidaway Road in Sandfly. Mr. Fettucini, if you haven't drifted too far, could you please elaborate on our dining experience:

Mr. Fettucini: Hey, all you's drifters out there. Driftaway Cafe is a little oasis. We dined on the enclosed back porch which overlooks a little stream along which, the Driftaway owners have planted all kinds of tropical plants and hangin' from a tree limb is a carved monkey who appears to be hangin' onto a vine. My thoughts very easily drifted away (and all this without any hallucinogenic assistance...but then, I haven't had any of that kind of assistance in years...the only kind of mind altering drug I might be in need of these days is ginko biloba...'cause Ms. Goulash says I can't remember jack). It was a nice night but still on the warm side, so I ordered a salad with grilled salmon. You'd think I would'a still been hungry after just eatin' a salad but it was a large one and very filling. I let Ms. Goulash drive home because I didn't feel like concentratin' on the roadway or anything else. I just wanted to savor that lazy feelin' and continue to drift. I don't think my snoring bothered Ms. Goulash too much since we didn't have that far to drive.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I really enjoyed the Driftaway Cafe too. I also ordered a salad. Mine came with grilled chicken, pecans and crumbled blue cheese Mr. Fettucini and I have an agreement that only one of us gets to have that blank stare while we are out. Otherwise, who knows what we might end up eating, Dahlings.

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

Driftaway Cafe: 3 I.O.'s

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PAPA'S BAR-B-QUE WHITEMARSH ISLAND

Recently, Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash ate at Papa's Bar-B-Que and Seafood Restaurant in the Whitemarsh Shopping Center on Hwy. 80 on Whitemarsh Island. Mr. Fettucini, please cue us:

Mr. Fettucini: Papa's doesn't preach and doesn't have to either. I ordered the bar-b-que pork on fresh made buns. Now, Ms. Goulash has always envied my buns, especially since her buns are bigger than mine. I try tellin' her to forget about it but you's know how women are when it comes to their buns. Sorry, I digress. Papa's bar-b-que is a must try, that's why we'll have to go back because we must try other items on their menu too. Oh, and they make and bottle their own sauce. It is D-licious. I also ordered the Brunswick Stew (someone told me that originally Brunswick Stew was made with squirrel meat but they might have been pullin' my leg). The stew was perfection in a bowl. "Oh my Papa's, to me it was so wonderful, Oh my Papa's, to me it was so good!!"

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I also ordered the bar-b-que on buns. I just adore small buns. I also had the sweet potato fries. You get alot of fries. I should have only eaten half of the fries on my plate. Maybe then my buns wouldn't be bigger than Mr. Fettucini's. Oh well, dahlings, that's a thought for another day.

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

Papa's Bar-B-Que and Seafood: 5 I. O.'s

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RUSSO'S SEAFOOD RESTAURANT

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash went out in search for a seafood restaurant. We ended up at Russo's Seafood Restaurant on 40th Street near the Ardsley Park section of Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please reel us in:

Mr. Fettucini: Hey there. How are all you's. I love seafood. I love the sea. I love boats and cruisin' but I get sick as a dog everytime the vessel floats away from the dock. Did I tell you about the time Ms. Goulash and I took a mediterranean cruise. It was for our honeymoon. We were so excited. Me, because I was leavin' the city and Ms. Goulash because she was leavin' her campfire. We were drinkin' champagne from the moment we set foot on the ship. By evening, I had upchucked the champagne, appetizers and our dinner. There was nothin' left in me but I was still heaving well past midnight. Ms. Goulash was sleepin' soundly. I carefully ventured out of our cabin in search of the Captain. When I found him, I begged him to let me off the ship. He refused and had his mates escort me back to the cabin. Ms. Goulash woke up (finally) and asked what was up. I told her that if she loved me, she would shoot me and put me out of my misery. After a trip to the infirmary and a medication shot in the butt, I slowly gained my two sea legs back (in case you're wondering, my third leg never lost it's strength). I still cruise. What the hell, you gotta live.
I ordered the deviled crab at Russo's. I have to tell you's that it was the best I ever had. I read in the Savannah Morning News that Russo's was going to be a take out only place but I'm not sure if that's really the case. Check it out for yourselves. The food does not disappoint.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, have I mentioned that I can't swim but I take to the sea like an old sea dog. Poor Mr. Fettucini, while everyone else on the cruise was tan, he maintained a slightly greenish shade, dahlings.
I ordered the crab cakes at Russo's. They were made with crab meat from locally caught crabs. Very delicious, dahlings.

Rating: 1 - 5 I. O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Russo's Seafood Restaurant: 3 I. O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash went out on a recent Saturday night to meet up with some friends at LuLu's Chocoate Bar on MLK in downtown Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please begin:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo all you's chocolate lovers and lovers of all kinds. Let me tell you about a fantasy of mine....I dream of being coated in chocolate and sprinkled with colored jimmies with a marachino cherry placed on my belly button and......well, you's get the picture. LuLu's is chocolate heaven. I enjoyed a cappucino martini and ecstatically decided on a chocolate mousse tower to share with Ms. Goulash. This duo did not disappoint. And just in case I wasn't already in sensory overload, I also had a lush chocolate truffle. Everyone here seemed to be having the same reaction. One of our friends actually picked up her dessert plate and licked it clean (yeah, everything here is that good). Good thing none of my boys were around to see me because I believe I skipped out to our car when we finally left LuLu's, as I was delirious with chocolate.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, as mentioned here previously, Ms. Goulash does not share well but I do have to play nice sometimes. I was very content with my white chocolate martini, that sharing the chocolate mousse tower with Mr. Fettucini, this time, didn't plunge me into a pout fest. If chocolate is involved, I can be very, very, good dahlings.

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

LuLu's Chocolate Bar: 5 I. O.'s

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It was a hot summer Saturday night. Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash just wanted something easy so we ventured out to Huc-A-Poo's at 1213 U.S. Highway 80 on Tybee Island. Mr. Fettucini, please lead us on:

Mr. Fettucini: Hey, how are you's and are you enjoyin' this here summer weather? My experience at Huc-A-Poo's was like a flashback to the late '60's early '70's. They have old LP record album covers on the ceilin' and lots of memorabilia from that era. In fact, one of the guys there looks alot like Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones (but it's not Keith). Now, let me tell you's...that was my era. Yes, Mr. Fettucini must admit that he was into making love, not war and not trustin' anyone over 30. Now that I am in my 50's, I don't trust anyone over 90. Huc-A-Poo's really reminded me of someplace I visited years ago on Stinson Beach in California which is outside of San Francisco. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that the proprietors of this establishment are California transplants. Now, as for the food. We ordered a pizza with half mushrooms (no, not magic ones) and half onions. I must admit, the pizza was pretty good. To be honest, very good. This is a very relaxed place. Just the sort of place you want to go to on a lazy summer night. Of course, Ms. Goulash might say that for me, that's most nights.

Ms Goulash: Dahlings, I was a bit of a flower child myself. Flowers in my hair, flowers everywhere. Flowers, gauze skirts, earth shoes, music and campfires...what a life. Love was free and everyone was always so happy...although I'm not sure, dahlings, if that was because everyone's mood was better or if it was drug induced but none the less, thoughts of the late 60's/early 70's bring back fond memories and that's what Huc-A-Poo's did for me and Mr. Fettucini. Want to go back to a better time dahlings, go to Huc-A-Poo's and set yourself free (after you order a pizza).

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

Huc-A-Poo's: 2 1/2 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash ventured out for Brunch on Fathers Day to a spot located at 37th and Abercorn named Cafe 37. This is a cute bright yellow colored little building with a lovely side garden for outside dining. Mr. Fettucini, give us your take:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo, happy belated Fathers Day to all you's who are fathers. When Ms. Goulash and I were seated inside Cafe 37, I looked around and had the distinct feelin' that there was a memo I didn't receive. All the men at 3 of the other seated tables were dressed in seersucker pants like the kind Matlock wore in his mystery series TV show. I guess seersucker is the Sunday uniform in Savannah. No problem, I actually admired those seersucker pants that Matlock wore and I believe I have a pair somewhere in the back of my closet. I'll have to pull them out so that next time, I'll blend. I really liked Cafe 37. Our waitress asked me if I was from New York due to what she called "My Accent". I told her no, I was from Philly. She told me she was from Brooklyn and would have sworn that I was a New Yorker. I thanked her for the compliment. Now, as for the food....I ordered a bowl of their very delicious french onion soup and their ceasar salad with white Sicilian anchovies (this touch intrigued me). I was very pleased with my Brunch and told the waitress that Cafe 37 was now added to our list of favorite spots to eat.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I ordered the lox and bagel with cream cheese, red onions, capers and salad greens. A perfect Brunch item. I found Cafe 37 to be charming and who wouldn't want to be charmed every now and then, right dahlings.

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

Cafe 37: 3 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had a visitor from the old country recently. Well, actually, she was from Pennsylvania, the state in which we previously resided. However, Ava is a fellow gypsy and has started a campsite fire quite a few times in the past (she always wore the best jingle-ly scarfs around her hips). We had the pleasure of dining in the Planters Tavern, downstairs at The Olde Pink House in downtown Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please take the lead:

Mr. Fettucini: Happy Hot Days to you's all. Let me tell you, the Planters Tavern was one fine dinin' experience for this little Italian. I started out with a French Onion soup that would'a made Jacques Cousteau come out of the water to eat. My main course was a grilled flounder. We're talkin' the whole fish here. Now, Italians get a little nervous when they start seeing whole fish but this fish didn't scare me at all. In fact, it was the most delectable fish I've ever consumed. Eatin' this fish reminded me of an old friend in Brooklyn, Louie two forks. He rarely spoke while eatin', mostly because his hands were otherwise occupied.
Here's the part where I have to tell you that our guest Ava became a little squeemish. Ava, who is part gypsy/part Italian does not eat fish (that's blasphemy to me). Ms. Goulash and I asked her why someone who doesn't eat fish would vacation in coastal Georgia. Ava said that although she can't stand the sight of fish, she loves shrimp and lobster. We told her about the delicious local Georgia shrimp. Ava ordered the filet done well (to the Planter's Tavern credit, she was very impressed that it was cooked to perfection and mentioned that she could cut it with a fork).

Ms. Goulash: Ava dahling, you are one special gypsy. Dahlings, in our youth, Ava and I travelled to many different campsites and danced for many men but that was pre-Mr. Fettucini (I now only dance for him of course, dahlings). I was thrilled that Ava came to visit with us at our new place. We did the tourist thing together and took a carriage tour around downtown Savannah (I told Ava it was best that we take the tour because I could point out different structures and mention that the buildings were famous for something but I didn't know what for exactly). Let me say, our tour guide was fabulous dahlings.
At the Planters Tavern, I ordered the pork tenderloin. It was juicy, very tasty and very much enjoyed. We all shared the dessert of strawberries Romanoff and chocolate cake. Well, I enjoyed the chocolate cake (Ms. Goulash does not share well dahlings). Oh, did I mention that we sat near the fireplace. Old habits are hard to break. Also, there was live entertainment supplied by a piano player who, we were told, worked with Liberace. Very nice, dahlings.

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

Planters Tavern at The Olde Pink House: 5 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash recently ate at Blowin' Smoke downtown on MLK Blvd. This is a new bar-b-que restaurant with a side courtyard where they have live entertainment on the weekends. We visited on a Friday evening with about 6 very lively friends. Entertainment that evening was the Roger Moss Quintet, a bluesy/jazzy sound. Mr. Fettucini, can you give us more info:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo! I ain't never got the blues but I love hearin' the blues. Now Blowin' Smoke ain't doin' it in your face but what goes into your stomach is T-A-S-T-Y. I ordered the rib rack and if it's true that Adam lost a rib in the Garden of Eden, this rack is plenty replenishin' and flavorful. I had to ask for a bunch of those wet wipes after I was done eatin' because even though the ribs were finger lickin' good, I couldn't suck up all that tastyness on my fingers. As I said, the food was great and Roger Moss wailin' in the background pretty much made the night a blowout or should I say "Blowin' " success.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I ordered a pulled pork sandwich with grilled veggies on the side. No one is pulling anything over on you at Blowin' Smoke. The food is delicious and the entertainment fabulous. What more could a gypsy ask for on a lovely spring night, dahlings, than to be dining outside with music and friends to enjoy it all. Well, maybe a nice fire pit also but I guess I can't have it all, right dahlings!

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

Blowin' Smoke: 4 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash have been very busy with spring yard cleanup, so Ms. Goulash has had to experience the unpleasant task of cooking on the home campfire lately. However, recently we ventured out with friends to Casbah Restaurant downtown on Broughton Street. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:

Mr. Fettucini: Hey, let me tell you's that Casbah was one fun spot. First, they asked us to rinse our hands with water they poured from a pitcher and everyone received a clean hand towel for wiping our pinkies. Music was playin' and the Bellydancers were out on the floor (yeah, baby...what a sight!!). I ordered the lamb kabob. The lamb was very tender and seasoned perfectly. Now, back to the dancers....I was pursuaded out of my chair by one of the dancers and seated in a chair placed in the middle of the dance floor....a scarf was wrapped around my head leaving only my eyes revealed....then the bellydancer gathered a group of spectator beauties onto the floor and they all danced around me (once again, yeah baby!). I'm glad I was sitting down because all of that hip action was stirring up some action in me......uh, I love your dancing the best Ms. Goulash ; - )

Ms. Goulash: Actually dahlings, it was nice to have someone else do the dancing since my legs have had quite a workout with the spring yard cleanup.
I ordered an excellent vegetable plate. The veggies were not over cooked, in fact, they still had a little crunch to them which is just the way I like my veggies cooked and the seasoning was not only aromatic but very tasty. I enjoyed Casbah, although, maybe not as much as Mr. Fettucini did, dahlings ; - )

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

Casbah: 3 I. O's

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash were in the mood for Mexican cuisine. We tried a cute little place named Juarez Mexican Restaurant in mid-town Savannah on the corner of Waters Ave. and 71st Street. Mr. Fettucini, please habla Mexicana to us:

Mr. Fettucini: Hola to You's All! I ain't bi-lingual but Ms. Goulash, who studied Spanish for six years has taught me a few words and phrases over the years. Ms. Goulash, te amo! Anyways, I really enjoyed Juarez Mexican Restaurant. The proprietors are very friendly and accomodatin'. I ordered a burrito and a chile relleno. Very authentic tastin'. The background music is Mexican also. I like this because who wants to go to a Mexican restaurant to hear the current top 20 countdown. Not me. Give me a Mariachi band! Ole!!

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I ordered a chicken fajita quesadilla. It was fabulous, dahlings. I was almost tempted to get up and do some gypsy dancing for Juarez. It's very similar to Flamenco dancing except for more twirling and less stomping. Muchas gracias, Juarez!

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

Juarez Mexican Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash recently went to Jazz'd Tapas Restaurant in downtown Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo y'all (notice how I'm startin' to sound Southern)! Jazz'd is located in the City Market area. You go down some steps to get into the restaurant. I liked that. It gave me visions of the speakeasy days, which were before my time, of course but from the movies I've seen, those appeared to be the glam places way back when. Tapas is food served in appetizer portions. You get to taste a lot more when eatin' this way since you don't fill up as fast (at least, I have to say, it takes a lot to fill up this little Italian). Ms. Goulash and I shared delicious crab cakes and a plate of shrimp wrapped in prosciotto with a tangy sauce drizzled over them. Very nice. Later in the evening, a jazz group played, so you get an extra badda bing for your buck. Yep, I liked it here and will be back because you don't get tapped out eatin' Tapas.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I was a little disappointed. I wasn't sure what Tapas was but in my mind, I thought that the waiters and waitresses would be tap dancing their way to us when serving the entrees. Sadly, dahlings, I was wrong. Too bad because I had my tap shoes in my large handbag and was going to join them on the floor (I've taken a whole three months worth of tap lessons...that's 12 weeks...I'm practically Ginger Rogers at this point, dahlings). I do, however, agree with Mr. Fettucini. I liked Jazz'd too!

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

Jazz'd Tapas Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash love little treasures. We ate at a little treasure recently, Saigon Flavors, located at Waters and Stephenson in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, fill us in:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo! Vietnamese food is not the same as Chinese food. Hey, Vietnam and China are two completely different countries. I almost went to Vietnam. When I was 18, I had to register for the draft. I convinced a friend of mine that we should go together to sign up. My friend wasn't too sure about doin' this but I convinced him that our number would be high and we would probably never get called. He agreed and so we signed up together. He got drafted and I didn't. That's how I almost went to Vietnam. Anyhow's, I ordered the spring rolls over rice vermicelli. Holy rice paddies! Saigon Flavors was right on with their flavor. I can only describe this dish with one word...WOW.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, if we were playing six degrees of Vietnam, my story would be that a friend of mine who is a mobile DJ once signed up with the USO to DJ for the servicemen in Vietnam. She sent me a stamp from Vietnam and that's about as close to Vietnam as I came, dahlings. I also ordered the spring rolls over rice vermicelli and was thrilled, dahlings.

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

Saigon Flavors: 3 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had a delightful dinner at Bella's Italian Restaurant in the Habersham Village Shopping District on Habersham in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please dish for us:

Mr. Fettucini: For some strange reason, I seem to be partial to Italian food...go figure. I'm always skeptical when eatin' Italian restaurant food because I compare everything to my Grandmom's cookin'. Grandmom and Aunt Jennie were the best cooks. People in our South Philly neighborhood were always stoppin' by to say hello, usually around dinner time.
At Bella's, I had a cup of their pasta fagioli soup. Delicious. Next, I ordered the linguini and clams in white sauce. You can't see me but I'm pursing my lips in a kiss. Bella's has one bona cucina. I'm gonna be stoppin' in to say hello to Bella's again...probably at dinner time.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I never met Mr. Fettucini's Grandmom but I'm sure she would have loved Bella's linguini with pesto sauce . I did. I also ordered their margherita pizza. Mr. Fettucini and I couldn't finish it so we brought what was left over home. It was delicious cold the next day ( a sure sign of a good pizza, dahlings).

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

Bella's: 4 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash were in the mood for a little celebration, so we decided to celebrate Chinese New Year at Wang's II on Waters Ave. near Eisenhower. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:

Mr. Fettucini: Happy Chinese New Year to you's. I was a bit apprehensive eatin' at a place named Wang's (if you catch my drift). I remember yellin' out a car window when drivin' past our rival corner in South Philly and callin' those corner guys Wangs. But I digress. Wang's was great. Chinese food differs in taste from restaurant to restaurant. Some places are real greasy and some places use MSG. Not Wang's. They have some of the best Chinese food I've tasted and this is comin' from a guy who grew up in Philly where there was a large Chinese population in our downtown Chinatown. I enjoyed Hot and Sour soup, Crab Rangoon and Moo Shoo Pork. Don't call me a wang but you can meet me at Wang's anytime you want.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I'm not sure I know what Mr. Fettucini is talking about. He's always telling me that the neighborhood guys were like brothers, so I'm sure wang was a term of endearment. I loved the Wonton soup and Chicken with Chinese Eggplant that I ordered. I don't know if I'm a wang or not but I'll definitely eat at Wang's II again.

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

Wang's II: 4 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash wanted to continue their quest for a great tasting burger. We decided to try The Dawg House in the Food Lion Shopping Center at Waters and Eisenhower in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please begin:

Mr. Fettucini: Yo, how you's doin'. The Dawg House seemed like a strange sounding place to me. I really didn't know what to expect. I thought it had a variety of hot dogs but when I entered the establishment, I realized it's named after the Georgia Bulldogs. Anyways, better to be eatin' at The Dawg House than the Big House with the goodfellas. College teams are really big here in Savannah. We had some great teams in the neighborhood where I grew up. We had the Tasker Street Terrors and the 7th St. Maimers. These guys didn't mess around. If they didn't like a play on the field, they squared it with you later in the back alley. But, I digress. The Dawg House has a killer burger. One of the best I've ever had. These guys know what they're doin' in that kitchen. Go Dawgs!

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, once again, I joined Mr. Fettucini in having a burger. A burger every month or so is good for my gypsy blood. I just love it when Mr. Fettucini reminisces about his old neighborhood. Everyone must have been so close back then because he refers to a number of the old guys as the family, dahlings.

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

The Dawg House: 4 I.O.'s

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Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash are now settled into our new gypsy campsite in mid-town Savannah. While in transition, we passed by Pastry Passion Cafe on River Road in Thunderbolt quite a few times and decided to try it out for breakfast. Mr. Fettucini, please fill us in:

Mr. Fettucini: I love eatin' a great breakfast. It helps this Italian stallion off to a good trot. Pastry Passion Cafe might not be well known but it should be. I had the best eggs benedict I've ever ordered (and I've ordered it alot over the years...to Ms. Goulash's dismay since she believes that orderin' this kinda breakfast has led to Mr. Fettucini's slightly inflated mid-section). Now, you know that my favorite singer is Frank Sinatra and that music is almost always on my mind. Well, when I was givin' my order to the proprietor of Pastry Passion, I could swear I was givin' it to Elvis. If I closed my eyes, I definitely was hearin' Elvis's voice. I was told, however, that although he had the same tone, he didn't have the pipes to match. That's too bad...well, I guess we can't all be gifted like Sinatra and myself.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I orderd the grits and sausage casserole. It was fabulous, dahlings. Pastry Passion Cafe will be on our list of favorite places. Actually, anyplace with Passion in it's name is our kind of place. Am I not right Mr. Fettucini? Mr. Fettucini has always been my personal little passionate Peppy Le Pew.

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

Pastry Passion Cafe: 4 I.O.'s

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Happy New Year! Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash have now resided in Savannah, GA for 3 1/2 months. 2008 will be very exciting for us. We have found a new gypsy campsite and it has kept us so busy that we haven't had the time to do anything but keep the camp fire burning. However, we did make it to The Breakfast Club on Tybee Island. Mr. Fettucini, would you please elaborate:

Mr. Fettucini: Hey, how you's doin'? The Breakfast Club on Tybee Island is owned by a former Chicago, IL resident. Now, Chicago ain't a bad town. It's no Philly but they got their own wise guys. It's my kind of town, Chicago is. The Breakfast Club makes their own sausage and it's damn good. My Hungarian gyspy tells me that it reminds her of the fresh sausage her father bought in the Polish section of Philadelphia. I ordered a sausage omelet with grits and coffee. Nothing tunes you up and clears out the pipes better than a great breakfast. My engine was in full gear and ready to go.

Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I must admit that breakfast is my favorite meal. I was known to order the whaler breakfast in my day which consisted of two pancakes, two eggs, bacon, sausage links, toast and coffee. Where did I put it all? Of course, these days, I know where it all goes...I'm sitting on it, dahlings.

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

The Breakfast Club: 3 I.O.'s