CHARLY'S RESTAURANT TYBEE ISLAND
Friday is the best day of the week. On a recent Friday, Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash, along with our friends, dined at Charly's Restaurant on Tybee Island, located on Campbell. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:
Mr. Fettucini: Hhhhh, Hhhhhh, Hhhhhh, hey to all you's. I got stuck on my h's because everything is H these days here in Savannah. Hazy Hot, Humid Hot and Hot Hot. Even Ms. Goulash is an H to me these days........remember, I'm stuck on H's....... she's my Honey.....what did you think I was gonna say....I'm hot , not stupid! So, we took the convertible to Tybee. It's really cool drivin' with the top down and Ms. Goulash and me looked really cool too. Her head scarf with those round metal medallion things on it makes all kinds of jingly sounds in the wind. Now, if I could only find a way to keep my Stetson from blowin off (Ms. Goulash complains about her arm gettin' tired from holdin' the hat down on my head...hey, Ms. Goulash, it's only 20 miles to Tybee). You heard the sayin', Sorry Charlie? Well, noboby's goin' to be sorry about eatin' at Charly's. The outside of this place is painted kind'a like a cottage you'd find in Key West. Inside, the walls are lined with original artwork, there's contemporary lightin' and soft jazz is playin' on their sound system. We started out impressed. There was 8 of us, so they led us into a private room. Again, we were impressed. They had a nice wine selection. A bottle of Clos du Bois and a bottle of Kenwood were ordered for our group. Our entrees included grilled salmon for Mrs. Smith, lamb lollipops for Mr. Smith, crab cakes for Mrs. T. and Ms. Goulash, fried oysters for Markus, fried scallops for Laura Legs and Mr. T. and shrimp over a bed of linguini for me....hey, I'm Italian...there's gotta be pasta on the table or it ain't dinner time. 3 times the charm, 'cause we were impressed with everything that came outt'a Charly's kitchen. There was a special for the evenin' of all you can eat snow crabs. No one in our group ordered this but Markus gestered or said something to Charly and the next thing you know, each couple had a snow crab cluster (I'm still not sure what Markus said to Charly but Charly didn't look real scared...you know me, I'm not askin' any questions). Even the snow crabs were great. Mrs. Smith said she's never gonna eat snow crabs anywhere else except at Charly's (yeah, they were that good).
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I simply adored Charly's. We had such a fun night. I especially loved the photo of all us girls taken after our little dance for the boys while we still had a rose clenched between our teeth. You know I've never made a fool of myself but when I tried to refresh my glass of wine and couldn't get a drop out of the bottle because it still had the cork in it, I felt it was time to switch to water dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Charly's: 5 I.O.'s
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
To All Our Followers....Ms. Goulash recently received a recipe booklet of ancient Gypsy recipes....here is one of my favorites:
Gypsy Bacon Roast (serves 4 - 6)
1 slab jowl type bacon (approx. 6 lbs.)
4 large ripe tomatoes
3 lbs. radishes
4 large cooking onions
4 Bermuda onions
2 loaves sliced rye bread
salt & pepper
Make a fire outdoors using aged fruitwood. Bacon will be roasted over hot embers (not fire). Dice all tomatoes, cooking onions and radishes; add salt and pepper; mix. Cover and set aside. Cut a 4 foot limb from a fruit tree branch and sharpen one end to a point. Slice a 2 lb. piece of jowl bacon and skewer on stick with a Bermuda onion. Cut a checkered pattern into bacon on rind side, slicing 1/4 inch deep so bacon grease may flow from cut grooves. Hold skewer over hot embers 8 to 12 inches from heat. Place rye bread (one side may be toasted over embers) in dish; spoon mixture over bread. When grease of bacon starts to run, dab bacon onto rye bread and its mix. When bacon no longer runs with grease, it is almost to burning or "gypsy" stage. Slice bacon and Bermuda onion and eat with rye bread and mix.
As the saying goes: A wise old gypsy was starving and shivering. A man of means came upon him and asked "What do you want to do more, eat or get warm?" The shrewd gypsy's answer was "I want to roast bacon".
A gypsy's breakfast consists of bread and bacon.
A gypsy's lunch is bacon and bread.
A gypsy's dinner is a combination of the two.
Enjoy!
Ms. Goulash
Gypsy Bacon Roast (serves 4 - 6)
1 slab jowl type bacon (approx. 6 lbs.)
4 large ripe tomatoes
3 lbs. radishes
4 large cooking onions
4 Bermuda onions
2 loaves sliced rye bread
salt & pepper
Make a fire outdoors using aged fruitwood. Bacon will be roasted over hot embers (not fire). Dice all tomatoes, cooking onions and radishes; add salt and pepper; mix. Cover and set aside. Cut a 4 foot limb from a fruit tree branch and sharpen one end to a point. Slice a 2 lb. piece of jowl bacon and skewer on stick with a Bermuda onion. Cut a checkered pattern into bacon on rind side, slicing 1/4 inch deep so bacon grease may flow from cut grooves. Hold skewer over hot embers 8 to 12 inches from heat. Place rye bread (one side may be toasted over embers) in dish; spoon mixture over bread. When grease of bacon starts to run, dab bacon onto rye bread and its mix. When bacon no longer runs with grease, it is almost to burning or "gypsy" stage. Slice bacon and Bermuda onion and eat with rye bread and mix.
As the saying goes: A wise old gypsy was starving and shivering. A man of means came upon him and asked "What do you want to do more, eat or get warm?" The shrewd gypsy's answer was "I want to roast bacon".
A gypsy's breakfast consists of bread and bacon.
A gypsy's lunch is bacon and bread.
A gypsy's dinner is a combination of the two.
Enjoy!
Ms. Goulash
Thursday, July 16, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
SOL RESTAURANT
Recently, "the family" had a dinner "get together" at Sol Restaurant on Habersham in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please give us the minutes of the meeting...er, I mean, give us the dish on Sol:
Mr. Fettucini: Minutes, schminutes, we stayed at Sol for hours! Sol has inside and outside dinin'. When you're sittin' inside, there are large screen windows surroundin' the dinin' area which offers up a great breeze (when one is blowin'). The place used to be known as Queenie's but that was before we moved here and I don't know if the Queen of England ate there or what. We all sat outside where our conversations were muffled in the night breeze from bein' overheard or maybe it was the buzzin' of the flys (we eventually had to take care of them but hey, they had that contract comin') that did the trick. We had some good company that night...Markus "The Mark", Laura Legs, Joe T. and Mrs. T., Mile High Jeff and Panama Pilar, Mona-Lisa and Greybeard. Sol doesn't accept reservations so when part of our group arrived, they were told they could bring the high bar tables outside to accomodate our party. This was OK but most of us were not blessed in the height department which led to too many danglin' legs off of the bar stools makin' us look more like the Little Rascals than the suave and debonaire group that we were. We started off the evenin' with Mojitos that were so good, I don't remember what we drank after that. Although, Panama Pilar wasn't really drinkin' because she took or said some sort of pledge that week. For appetizers, Mr. T. ordered a cerviche salad that was passed around. Mr. T. is a fish man. Rumor has it that he has many "swimmin' with the fishes" stories but hey, I'm not one to repeat stories. Ms. Goulash and I ordered chips with hot salsa and hotter salsa. It almost brought tears to my eyes but those of you's who know me, know that I only cry at TV commercials. Mile High Jeff was likin' the salsa but dripped a bit on his white shirt...( we all got a little nervous because it sort'a looked like blood) but Panama Pilar did a great job of lickin' it off....no, just kiddin'...I think she used the old tonic water trick to clean it. Markus "The Mark" got a little jittery after the salsa incident and said he was gettin' up to get some citronella candles. He didn't come right back but he did bring back some candles. He also relocated his seat. Our entrees were great. Ms. Goulash and I shared the mussels in a garlicky red sauce and the fish tacos. Delicious! Other entrees that were ordered included grilled salmon and a grouper special. There wasn't much talkin' durin' eatin' time which means everyone was enjoyin' their meal.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, Zsa Zsa Ellen, a fellow gypsy who was visiting from up North was quick to light the candles that Markus brought back to the tables. Once a campsite girl, always a campsite girl. I had to keep the poor girl in the sun for a few days just to help get that gypsy glow back into her cheeks due to the lack of sunlight up North this summer. I'm trying to convince her to move here since as we all know, two gypsies are better than one, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O. (intestinal orgasms)
Sol Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s
Recently, "the family" had a dinner "get together" at Sol Restaurant on Habersham in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please give us the minutes of the meeting...er, I mean, give us the dish on Sol:
Mr. Fettucini: Minutes, schminutes, we stayed at Sol for hours! Sol has inside and outside dinin'. When you're sittin' inside, there are large screen windows surroundin' the dinin' area which offers up a great breeze (when one is blowin'). The place used to be known as Queenie's but that was before we moved here and I don't know if the Queen of England ate there or what. We all sat outside where our conversations were muffled in the night breeze from bein' overheard or maybe it was the buzzin' of the flys (we eventually had to take care of them but hey, they had that contract comin') that did the trick. We had some good company that night...Markus "The Mark", Laura Legs, Joe T. and Mrs. T., Mile High Jeff and Panama Pilar, Mona-Lisa and Greybeard. Sol doesn't accept reservations so when part of our group arrived, they were told they could bring the high bar tables outside to accomodate our party. This was OK but most of us were not blessed in the height department which led to too many danglin' legs off of the bar stools makin' us look more like the Little Rascals than the suave and debonaire group that we were. We started off the evenin' with Mojitos that were so good, I don't remember what we drank after that. Although, Panama Pilar wasn't really drinkin' because she took or said some sort of pledge that week. For appetizers, Mr. T. ordered a cerviche salad that was passed around. Mr. T. is a fish man. Rumor has it that he has many "swimmin' with the fishes" stories but hey, I'm not one to repeat stories. Ms. Goulash and I ordered chips with hot salsa and hotter salsa. It almost brought tears to my eyes but those of you's who know me, know that I only cry at TV commercials. Mile High Jeff was likin' the salsa but dripped a bit on his white shirt...( we all got a little nervous because it sort'a looked like blood) but Panama Pilar did a great job of lickin' it off....no, just kiddin'...I think she used the old tonic water trick to clean it. Markus "The Mark" got a little jittery after the salsa incident and said he was gettin' up to get some citronella candles. He didn't come right back but he did bring back some candles. He also relocated his seat. Our entrees were great. Ms. Goulash and I shared the mussels in a garlicky red sauce and the fish tacos. Delicious! Other entrees that were ordered included grilled salmon and a grouper special. There wasn't much talkin' durin' eatin' time which means everyone was enjoyin' their meal.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, Zsa Zsa Ellen, a fellow gypsy who was visiting from up North was quick to light the candles that Markus brought back to the tables. Once a campsite girl, always a campsite girl. I had to keep the poor girl in the sun for a few days just to help get that gypsy glow back into her cheeks due to the lack of sunlight up North this summer. I'm trying to convince her to move here since as we all know, two gypsies are better than one, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O. (intestinal orgasms)
Sol Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
17 HUNDRED 90 INN AND RESTAURANT
Summertime, Summertime, Sum, Sum, Summertime. And boy, is it hot! There was no way Ms. Goulash was going to cook anything inside in this weather, so she and Mr. Fettucini headed into downtown Savannah for dinner at the 17 Hundred 90 Inn and Restaurant. Mr. Fettucini, please give us your cool thoughts:
Mr. Fettucini: Wait a minute....OK, I just wanted to sip something cool before I begin. We really enjoyed our evenin' at 17 Hundred 90...and I do mean evenin'. We arrived at 5:30pm hopin' for an early dinner but was told we could sit in the bar area for 30 minutes since dinner doesn't get rollin' until 6:00pm. So, Ms. Goulash and I had a couple of brewski's. At 6:00 sharp, we went into the dinin' room. I ordered a lobster bisque soup appetizer (delicious) and we each had a house salad with raspberry vinagrette, blue cheese and pecans over a spring mix (tasty). Ms. Goulash and I decided to share a roast duckling entree that came with a rice medley and sauteed veggies (nicely done). For dessert, it was a ginger flavored creme brulee and a cappucino. By the time we paid our bill, it was almost 8 o'clock. They don't call here Slo' vannah for nothing. OK, I need to move on to the really good stuff. Ms. Goulash and I didn't make reservations (big deal...there ain't a packed joint in the whole town) so, we were seated right next to the piano playin' singer, Theodocious (Theo). Maybe they thought it was the worst table in the place...but it wasn't and we were her captive audience. She told us she had a song book of over 200 titles. She started out with Unchained Melody, did a couple of Harry Chapin tunes and ended with Ms. Goulash's special request of Otis Redding's Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay. OK, so maybe we could'a taken a few naps in between our food courses if it hadn't'a been for Theo. She really made our night. Sometimes, those little unexpected surprises can make or break an experience. Whoa!!! Did I just say somethin' profound! Wow! I'm startin' to even impress myself.
Ms. Goulash: Mr. Fettucini, now don't get carried away with yourself, dahling. Although, I agree that Theo truly made our night out special. And don't you think that I added a nice little flair to things when I sat on the piano in an attempt to do a duet with Theo. Too bad the waitstaff wasn't impressed with my move. I don't think I really needed the assistance of 2 waiters to get me down...er, I mean help me off, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
17 Hundred 90: 3 I.O.'s
Summertime, Summertime, Sum, Sum, Summertime. And boy, is it hot! There was no way Ms. Goulash was going to cook anything inside in this weather, so she and Mr. Fettucini headed into downtown Savannah for dinner at the 17 Hundred 90 Inn and Restaurant. Mr. Fettucini, please give us your cool thoughts:
Mr. Fettucini: Wait a minute....OK, I just wanted to sip something cool before I begin. We really enjoyed our evenin' at 17 Hundred 90...and I do mean evenin'. We arrived at 5:30pm hopin' for an early dinner but was told we could sit in the bar area for 30 minutes since dinner doesn't get rollin' until 6:00pm. So, Ms. Goulash and I had a couple of brewski's. At 6:00 sharp, we went into the dinin' room. I ordered a lobster bisque soup appetizer (delicious) and we each had a house salad with raspberry vinagrette, blue cheese and pecans over a spring mix (tasty). Ms. Goulash and I decided to share a roast duckling entree that came with a rice medley and sauteed veggies (nicely done). For dessert, it was a ginger flavored creme brulee and a cappucino. By the time we paid our bill, it was almost 8 o'clock. They don't call here Slo' vannah for nothing. OK, I need to move on to the really good stuff. Ms. Goulash and I didn't make reservations (big deal...there ain't a packed joint in the whole town) so, we were seated right next to the piano playin' singer, Theodocious (Theo). Maybe they thought it was the worst table in the place...but it wasn't and we were her captive audience. She told us she had a song book of over 200 titles. She started out with Unchained Melody, did a couple of Harry Chapin tunes and ended with Ms. Goulash's special request of Otis Redding's Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay. OK, so maybe we could'a taken a few naps in between our food courses if it hadn't'a been for Theo. She really made our night. Sometimes, those little unexpected surprises can make or break an experience. Whoa!!! Did I just say somethin' profound! Wow! I'm startin' to even impress myself.
Ms. Goulash: Mr. Fettucini, now don't get carried away with yourself, dahling. Although, I agree that Theo truly made our night out special. And don't you think that I added a nice little flair to things when I sat on the piano in an attempt to do a duet with Theo. Too bad the waitstaff wasn't impressed with my move. I don't think I really needed the assistance of 2 waiters to get me down...er, I mean help me off, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
17 Hundred 90: 3 I.O.'s
Sunday, June 14, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
ELE WILMINGTON ISLAND
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash found their way out to Wilmington Island to dine with some paisano's at Ele, a fine fusion restaurant located at 7815 Highway 80 East. Mr. Fettucini, say something fine for us:
Mr. Fettucini: Ele, what can I say. I heard about this new place (pronounced: Ellie). At first, all I could think about was Ellie May Clampet from the Beverly Hillbillies Show and I thought, OK, another southern dining joint. But boy, was I wrong. Me, Ms. Goulash, Joe T., Mrs. T. and Mr. & Mrs. Smith (I don't think these paisano's are in the witness protection plan but hey, I'm not gonna ask..) all entered Ele and thought we had somehow beamed up to New York. I ain't seen nothin' as hip and sleek as this place in Savannah since Ms. Goulash and I got in our wagon and moved down here. And guess what else! No flipflops! Everyone was dressed to the nines. If the women would'a had big hair, I would'a thought I was back in South Philly steppin' out on the town to the newest hot spot. Let's go out on a limb here and say, this is the newest hot spot. Mrs. T. must'a heard about Ele before hand 'cause she was all decked out in white with a sparkly top (you looked nice, babe). Joe T. had his shades hangin' around his neck (he was ready to be incognito, if need be). The Smith's were all class (like I said, not sure what the deal is with them especially since they were talkin' about movin' out of the country...but again, I'm not gonna ask). We were one sharp party. At one point during the night, the Manager made his way to our table to make sure everything was to our satisfaction. Yeah, we were an impressive group. Now, the food. We all shared a Dancin' Dragon as an appetizer (it can't dance as good as Ms. Goulash, in fact, it didn't dance at all...Ms. Goulash said I needed to have a number of alcoholic drinks before I started seein' it dance). I ordered the Pad Thai. What the heck, I was feelin' a sense of adventure that night. Joe T. ordered a vegetarian plate ( the guy stopped eatin' meat years ago...must'a been something he saw that turned him off to anything bloody...again, no questions here either). Mrs. T. ordered the blackened Mahi Mahi. Mr. Smith had the Chilean Sea Bass and Mrs. Smith, well, I'm not sure what she ordered but it smelled great. All meals were thoroughly enjoyed and the service was excellent.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I ordered the sea scallops in basil sauce. They were absolutely delightful. I really enjoyed getting dressed and going out someplace fabulous. My party outfits are starting to get moth holes, dahlings! ; - b
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Ele: 5 I.O.'s
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash found their way out to Wilmington Island to dine with some paisano's at Ele, a fine fusion restaurant located at 7815 Highway 80 East. Mr. Fettucini, say something fine for us:
Mr. Fettucini: Ele, what can I say. I heard about this new place (pronounced: Ellie). At first, all I could think about was Ellie May Clampet from the Beverly Hillbillies Show and I thought, OK, another southern dining joint. But boy, was I wrong. Me, Ms. Goulash, Joe T., Mrs. T. and Mr. & Mrs. Smith (I don't think these paisano's are in the witness protection plan but hey, I'm not gonna ask..) all entered Ele and thought we had somehow beamed up to New York. I ain't seen nothin' as hip and sleek as this place in Savannah since Ms. Goulash and I got in our wagon and moved down here. And guess what else! No flipflops! Everyone was dressed to the nines. If the women would'a had big hair, I would'a thought I was back in South Philly steppin' out on the town to the newest hot spot. Let's go out on a limb here and say, this is the newest hot spot. Mrs. T. must'a heard about Ele before hand 'cause she was all decked out in white with a sparkly top (you looked nice, babe). Joe T. had his shades hangin' around his neck (he was ready to be incognito, if need be). The Smith's were all class (like I said, not sure what the deal is with them especially since they were talkin' about movin' out of the country...but again, I'm not gonna ask). We were one sharp party. At one point during the night, the Manager made his way to our table to make sure everything was to our satisfaction. Yeah, we were an impressive group. Now, the food. We all shared a Dancin' Dragon as an appetizer (it can't dance as good as Ms. Goulash, in fact, it didn't dance at all...Ms. Goulash said I needed to have a number of alcoholic drinks before I started seein' it dance). I ordered the Pad Thai. What the heck, I was feelin' a sense of adventure that night. Joe T. ordered a vegetarian plate ( the guy stopped eatin' meat years ago...must'a been something he saw that turned him off to anything bloody...again, no questions here either). Mrs. T. ordered the blackened Mahi Mahi. Mr. Smith had the Chilean Sea Bass and Mrs. Smith, well, I'm not sure what she ordered but it smelled great. All meals were thoroughly enjoyed and the service was excellent.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I ordered the sea scallops in basil sauce. They were absolutely delightful. I really enjoyed getting dressed and going out someplace fabulous. My party outfits are starting to get moth holes, dahlings! ; - b
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Ele: 5 I.O.'s
We Go Out In Savannah
BarFooD
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash recently dined at a new Savannah spot called BarFood located at 4523 Habersham St. in midtown. Mr. Fettucini, could you please step away from the barstool and begin our review:
Mr. Fettucini: YO! Two things no home can be without...a bar and food. And now, a place we can go to where everybody is gettin' to know my name...BarFood. This joint has a slick look. The bar is marble (hey, give a regular guy a piece of wood and he can carve something great out of it, give an Italian a piece of marble and he can create something beautiful with it...something like a bar top, yeah, now were talkin' beautiful). And the food ain't just ordinary. I ordered a Southern Poo Poo Platter with meatballs, spicy cold shrimp, chicken salad on fried wontons and asparagus wrapped with prosciutto. Holy POO POO y'all. It was good!
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I really don't care if everyone knows my name. I prefer to be noticed rather than known. Always go for the mystery, dahlings. I ordered the cheeseburger sliders. Two cute little cheeseburgers with a side of coleslaw. I'm just a sucker for cute little things, dahlings. Isn't that right, Mr. Fettucini?
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
BarFood: 3 I.O.'s
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash recently dined at a new Savannah spot called BarFood located at 4523 Habersham St. in midtown. Mr. Fettucini, could you please step away from the barstool and begin our review:
Mr. Fettucini: YO! Two things no home can be without...a bar and food. And now, a place we can go to where everybody is gettin' to know my name...BarFood. This joint has a slick look. The bar is marble (hey, give a regular guy a piece of wood and he can carve something great out of it, give an Italian a piece of marble and he can create something beautiful with it...something like a bar top, yeah, now were talkin' beautiful). And the food ain't just ordinary. I ordered a Southern Poo Poo Platter with meatballs, spicy cold shrimp, chicken salad on fried wontons and asparagus wrapped with prosciutto. Holy POO POO y'all. It was good!
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I really don't care if everyone knows my name. I prefer to be noticed rather than known. Always go for the mystery, dahlings. I ordered the cheeseburger sliders. Two cute little cheeseburgers with a side of coleslaw. I'm just a sucker for cute little things, dahlings. Isn't that right, Mr. Fettucini?
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
BarFood: 3 I.O.'s
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
EOS
The other night Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash tried a fairly new restaurant in Savannah called Eos. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:
Mr. Fettucini: Happy Spring to you's, although today it's so cold that I'm afraid if I were to spit out the window of my car, it might turn into an icicle (not that I would ever spit out my window). So, the other night we had tickets to see Bela Fleck and the Africa Project at the Trustees Theater in downtown Savannah. He plays a mean banjo and researched the roots of the instrument in Africa (yeah, most people thought that the banjo came from Ireland...wrong). Before the show we decided to dine at Eeyore which is on Habersham right on the border of downtown. The food was delish. Ms. Goulash and I shared a salad of mixed greens with grilled shrimp and an entree of Puerto Rican pulled pork over Gouda cheese grits. Dessert was a trio of chocolate delights. The flavor and taste of everything was beyond words for this little Italian. You can say that Ms. Goulash and me had a true International evening. I like that kinda' stuff.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, Mr. Fettucini must be suffering from flashbacks because we did not dine at Eeyore (who was the donkey in the Winnie the Pooh movie) but instead we dined at Eos which is Greek for........something, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Eos: 4 I.O.'s
The other night Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash tried a fairly new restaurant in Savannah called Eos. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:
Mr. Fettucini: Happy Spring to you's, although today it's so cold that I'm afraid if I were to spit out the window of my car, it might turn into an icicle (not that I would ever spit out my window). So, the other night we had tickets to see Bela Fleck and the Africa Project at the Trustees Theater in downtown Savannah. He plays a mean banjo and researched the roots of the instrument in Africa (yeah, most people thought that the banjo came from Ireland...wrong). Before the show we decided to dine at Eeyore which is on Habersham right on the border of downtown. The food was delish. Ms. Goulash and I shared a salad of mixed greens with grilled shrimp and an entree of Puerto Rican pulled pork over Gouda cheese grits. Dessert was a trio of chocolate delights. The flavor and taste of everything was beyond words for this little Italian. You can say that Ms. Goulash and me had a true International evening. I like that kinda' stuff.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, Mr. Fettucini must be suffering from flashbacks because we did not dine at Eeyore (who was the donkey in the Winnie the Pooh movie) but instead we dined at Eos which is Greek for........something, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Eos: 4 I.O.'s
Thursday, March 26, 2009
We Go Out in Savannah
SHAWARMA KING
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had the urge for something different last night. We went to Shawarma King in the Savannah Centre shopping center off of Eisenhower. Mr. Fettucini, elaborate please.
Mr. Fettucini: Yo, all you's Mediterranean, Middle Eastern foodies. Now let me remind you's that my ancestral homeland is partly surrounded by the Mediterranean. I therefore attribute this to my partiality to foods from this region. The Mrs. had a previous outin' to Shawarma King with her gypsy sister and raved so much about what she ate that I had to give it a try. I ordered the falafel sandwich with a tahini toppin' and smothered in a medley of diced tomatoes, cucumbers and onions with special secret spices. Years ago when I lived in California with my bud George, we tasted falafel sandwiches. George said they were the best balls of sawdust he ever had. Yo Georgie, I had the real thing last night. These falafel balls were exceptional. Absolutely authentic, the counter girl even had a real middle eastern accent. This place is a gem. Next visit I'm tryin' the kabobs.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I also ordered the falafel sandwich. Spiced balls wrapped in pita. Personally, I would love to be wrapped in mink and sprinkled with diamonds, but my fringed shawl and bangle bracelets show me in more of an earthy light and the bracelets add a jingly touch. I love the sound of bracelets jingling when you put your hands to your mouth while stuffing your mouth with food and then putting your hands down so that you can wipe them on your skirt (just kidding about the hand wiping, dahlings).
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Shawarma King: 3 I.O.'s
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash had the urge for something different last night. We went to Shawarma King in the Savannah Centre shopping center off of Eisenhower. Mr. Fettucini, elaborate please.
Mr. Fettucini: Yo, all you's Mediterranean, Middle Eastern foodies. Now let me remind you's that my ancestral homeland is partly surrounded by the Mediterranean. I therefore attribute this to my partiality to foods from this region. The Mrs. had a previous outin' to Shawarma King with her gypsy sister and raved so much about what she ate that I had to give it a try. I ordered the falafel sandwich with a tahini toppin' and smothered in a medley of diced tomatoes, cucumbers and onions with special secret spices. Years ago when I lived in California with my bud George, we tasted falafel sandwiches. George said they were the best balls of sawdust he ever had. Yo Georgie, I had the real thing last night. These falafel balls were exceptional. Absolutely authentic, the counter girl even had a real middle eastern accent. This place is a gem. Next visit I'm tryin' the kabobs.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I also ordered the falafel sandwich. Spiced balls wrapped in pita. Personally, I would love to be wrapped in mink and sprinkled with diamonds, but my fringed shawl and bangle bracelets show me in more of an earthy light and the bracelets add a jingly touch. I love the sound of bracelets jingling when you put your hands to your mouth while stuffing your mouth with food and then putting your hands down so that you can wipe them on your skirt (just kidding about the hand wiping, dahlings).
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Shawarma King: 3 I.O.'s
Friday, March 20, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
JOHNNY HARRIS RESTAURANT
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash dined at Johnny Harris Restaurant on Victory Drive in midtown Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please lead the troops:
Mr. Fettucini: Yo all you's Bar-b-que lovers. Johnny Harris Restaurant recently celebrated their 85th Anniversay and offered dinners for $8.50. Not a bad price in these recession/depression days. Ms. Goulash and I were accompanied by our sexy in their 60's friends on this outing. When we entered the premises, we were asked on which side would we like to be seated. Not knowin' the difference, we asked to see both. One side is a round room with booth tables all along the sides. The ceiling in this room is sky blue with stars painted on it. We were told that this was a ballroom in it's day. Ms. Goulash was estactic. All she could think about was twirling around to the big band music that was playin'. My stomach told me that this room would not work for us, so we asked to see the other side. This side was more like a diner but the cooks were doin' their thing right there and the smells were unbelievable, so we opted for this side. Now let me tell you's, I ordered the ribs and steak with a baked potato. No wonder the place has lasted for 85 years and still goin' strong. These guys know how to grill. I would'a been willin' to pay more than the $8.50 for this food (except lately, the cash flow hasn't been all that flowin') because dinner was exceptional.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I told Mr. Fettucini that we must convince the proprietors of Johnny Harris to bring back their big band dance evenings. I've never been in a ballroom like that before. Although, I probably would have had trouble dancing from tripping over my lower lip because all I could do was spin around, mouth open, looking up at the stars on that ceiling. It was wondrous. As for dinner, I ordered the bar-b-que chicken with the sweet potato fries. Of course, it was finger licking good. Mr. Fettucini would concur since he was the one licking my fingers, dahlings.
Rating: 1- 5 I.O.'s Intestinal Orgasms
Johnny Harris Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash dined at Johnny Harris Restaurant on Victory Drive in midtown Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please lead the troops:
Mr. Fettucini: Yo all you's Bar-b-que lovers. Johnny Harris Restaurant recently celebrated their 85th Anniversay and offered dinners for $8.50. Not a bad price in these recession/depression days. Ms. Goulash and I were accompanied by our sexy in their 60's friends on this outing. When we entered the premises, we were asked on which side would we like to be seated. Not knowin' the difference, we asked to see both. One side is a round room with booth tables all along the sides. The ceiling in this room is sky blue with stars painted on it. We were told that this was a ballroom in it's day. Ms. Goulash was estactic. All she could think about was twirling around to the big band music that was playin'. My stomach told me that this room would not work for us, so we asked to see the other side. This side was more like a diner but the cooks were doin' their thing right there and the smells were unbelievable, so we opted for this side. Now let me tell you's, I ordered the ribs and steak with a baked potato. No wonder the place has lasted for 85 years and still goin' strong. These guys know how to grill. I would'a been willin' to pay more than the $8.50 for this food (except lately, the cash flow hasn't been all that flowin') because dinner was exceptional.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I told Mr. Fettucini that we must convince the proprietors of Johnny Harris to bring back their big band dance evenings. I've never been in a ballroom like that before. Although, I probably would have had trouble dancing from tripping over my lower lip because all I could do was spin around, mouth open, looking up at the stars on that ceiling. It was wondrous. As for dinner, I ordered the bar-b-que chicken with the sweet potato fries. Of course, it was finger licking good. Mr. Fettucini would concur since he was the one licking my fingers, dahlings.
Rating: 1- 5 I.O.'s Intestinal Orgasms
Johnny Harris Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s
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