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
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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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