SOCIAL TYBEE ISLAND
Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash finally found their way to Tybee Social one Thursday evening. Mr. Fettucini, please relay our dining experience.
Mr. Fettucini: Greetings to all you's out there. The little lady and I had a pre-weekend dinner out to a Taqueria on Tybee Island called Social. Now for all you's who are not tri-lingual like me (English, Spanish and Street-talk), a Taqueria is a joint known for it's variety of tacos and other Mexican-like specialties. We ventured out on a Thursday because the weekend was goin' to be filled with Pirate festivities on Tybee. Listen, I don't go near Pirates. I kind'a have a fear of Pirates the same way some people have a fear of clowns. I don't know nobody who's been hurt by a clown and I ain't never been hurt by a Pirate but I still fear them. I think I don't like the way they are always yellin' ARRRRRRRR. Also, they were gonna have entertainment at the Festival, Eddie Money, remember him? Ms. Goulash said she knew him when and never wanted those two tickets to Paradise. Lucky for me. But I digress. We started out with white sangrias. Very flavorful, sort'a peachy and there were little blueberries in the glass as garnish. We had an appetizer of their homemade chips and salsa. Excellent but we could'a used more chips (where was that waitress....??). As an entree, I ordered the Orange Pork Taco. I can't even describe the delicious finger lickin' good flavor of this soft taco meal...just too good for words. Our dinner companions, the Smiths (yeah, they're still usin' that name), ordered an Orange Pork taco and a steak dinner. Mr. Smith enjoyed the Red Stripe beer while Mrs. Smith was into the white wine. Our other companions, Joe T. and Mrs. T., ordered the soft shell crab taco (I'm gonna get this one next time) and the vegetable taco. Joe T. really liked the Red Stripe beer since they only cost two bucks apiece Everyone was happy with what they ordered. In fact, everyone was just plain old happy period. After dinner, the movie Goonies was playin' outside on their porch. When we all left, we looked up at the evening Fall sky and remarked about how we could see the planet Venus shinin' bright. Venus, you know, was the Goddess of love. I kept remindin' Ms. Goulash of that on our ride home.... .
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, I'm not afraid of Pirates but the only Pirate I admit to liking is Johnny Depp. I also ordered the Orange Pork taco at Social. I go with the flow...the flow of the wind, the flow of my skirts, the flow of...well, you get the picture, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (Intestinal Orgasms)
Social on Tybee: 4 I.O.'s
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
We Go Out in Savannah
LOCAL 11 TEN
Mr. Fettuccini and Ms. Goulash are still on that damn budget but purchased a 50% off Friday card for
Local 11 Ten in downtown Savannah and had a very nice night out (the first one in a long while).
Mr. Fettuccini: Yo to you's all. Yep, this little Italian felt like a groundhog pokin' his head out the door after all this time has gone by. I was afraid that moths were gonna fly outta my dress shirt since I hadn't had it on in such a long time. But they didn't. And, I didn't smell like moth balls or anything gross like that. When Ms. Goulash told me that we were eatin' at Local 11 Ten, I says to her "Yo, you're not gonna make me eat somewhere exotic like on a trolley or somethin'?". We made our way to Local 11 Ten on Bull St. in downtown Savannah and even found free parkin'. Sometimes I get spooked when it's a clear night with a little breeze and I find a great parkin' spot 'cause then I think uh, oh, I can't be that lucky..the food is gonna be bad. However, even though it took me and Ms. Goulash almost 3 years to try out Local 11 Ten, it was well worth the wait. I started with Tuna Tartare. The waiter told me that the tuna was caught fresh that day and locally. I have to admit, it was the best I ever tasted. It was like butter and seasoned perfectly with those little black sesame seeds and all that. Next, I had the mussels in a broth that was sweeter than honey with tomatoes, garlic, jalapeno peppers, sweet onions and some spinach. It was so great I wanted to put my snorkel gear on and go swimmin' in it. The tables are kind'a close together and Ms. Goulash told me that when I said this to her, the gentleman diner next to us rolled his eyeballs. Yo pal! You got a problem with me? Forget about it, I won't splash you!
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, my little Italian gets easily excited. Please Mr. Fettuccini, settle down and savor the memory of your meal. I ordered the sea scallops in a cauliflower cream sauce with shoestring cuts of beets and a beet puree. My plate looked like it had been tye-dyed from all the swirling around after I finished my scallops but I must admit, dahlings, this meal compares with anything I've eaten at Georges Perrier in Philadelphia or any meal served to Mr. Fettuccini and me on a Celebrity Cruise (their gourmet cooking is world famous dahlings). I too was grateful to feel the wind in my hair again as I skipped along happily back to our car after a meal fit for a gypsy king and queen.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Local 11 Ten: 5 I.O.'s
Mr. Fettuccini and Ms. Goulash are still on that damn budget but purchased a 50% off Friday card for
Local 11 Ten in downtown Savannah and had a very nice night out (the first one in a long while).
Mr. Fettuccini: Yo to you's all. Yep, this little Italian felt like a groundhog pokin' his head out the door after all this time has gone by. I was afraid that moths were gonna fly outta my dress shirt since I hadn't had it on in such a long time. But they didn't. And, I didn't smell like moth balls or anything gross like that. When Ms. Goulash told me that we were eatin' at Local 11 Ten, I says to her "Yo, you're not gonna make me eat somewhere exotic like on a trolley or somethin'?". We made our way to Local 11 Ten on Bull St. in downtown Savannah and even found free parkin'. Sometimes I get spooked when it's a clear night with a little breeze and I find a great parkin' spot 'cause then I think uh, oh, I can't be that lucky..the food is gonna be bad. However, even though it took me and Ms. Goulash almost 3 years to try out Local 11 Ten, it was well worth the wait. I started with Tuna Tartare. The waiter told me that the tuna was caught fresh that day and locally. I have to admit, it was the best I ever tasted. It was like butter and seasoned perfectly with those little black sesame seeds and all that. Next, I had the mussels in a broth that was sweeter than honey with tomatoes, garlic, jalapeno peppers, sweet onions and some spinach. It was so great I wanted to put my snorkel gear on and go swimmin' in it. The tables are kind'a close together and Ms. Goulash told me that when I said this to her, the gentleman diner next to us rolled his eyeballs. Yo pal! You got a problem with me? Forget about it, I won't splash you!
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, my little Italian gets easily excited. Please Mr. Fettuccini, settle down and savor the memory of your meal. I ordered the sea scallops in a cauliflower cream sauce with shoestring cuts of beets and a beet puree. My plate looked like it had been tye-dyed from all the swirling around after I finished my scallops but I must admit, dahlings, this meal compares with anything I've eaten at Georges Perrier in Philadelphia or any meal served to Mr. Fettuccini and me on a Celebrity Cruise (their gourmet cooking is world famous dahlings). I too was grateful to feel the wind in my hair again as I skipped along happily back to our car after a meal fit for a gypsy king and queen.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)
Local 11 Ten: 5 I.O.'s
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