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
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
We Eat Out In Savannah
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
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
Sunday, August 10, 2008
We Eat Out in Savannah
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
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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