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