We Eat Out In Savannah

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