We Eat Out In Savannah

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

We Eat Out In Savannah

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

We Eat Out In Savannah

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

We Eat Out In Savannah

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

We Eat Out In Savannah

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