We Go Out In Savannah

Bonna Bella Yacht Club

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash love this little spot where boats pull up and the view is great.  It's located off of LaRoche not far from Savannah State University at the end of Livingston.  Mr. Fettucini, please float this one:

Mr. Fettucini:  Ahoy, you's all.  I just love this spot.  It brings out the sailor in me.  You's all know that I yam what I yam. Even though I get sick as a dog just walkin' onboard any vessel, the water still has a special place in my heart.  I remember many summers down the Jersey shore and also hangin' out at the lakes near the stadium in South Philly.  Them were the days.  But now, we live surrounded by water and I love it (however, I still get a little nervous whenever I see someone buyin' a bag of cement).  Whenever Ms. Goulash and I go to Bonna Bella Yact Club, it gives me a chance to dress in my yacht clothes.  I don't know why Ms. Goulash gets so upset with me though.  The woman has got to learn how to chill.  Our favorite item on the menu is the fish tacos.  They make the best.  And believe me, we have ordered them at many other establishments but Bonna Bella takes first place.

Ms Goulash:  Dahlings!  Many of you are aware that Ms. Goulash never learned how to swim, but, put me on a boat and I am thoroughly at home.  I just love the sea breezes blowing through my hair and blowing up my skirt (my boots make my legs hot, dahlings).  I'm a fan of Bonna Bella's fish tacos also although they have a number of great items on their menu.  Now, as for Mr. Fettucini's yacht outfit, I do get bothered by it.  I feel like I am with a famous person or something. He always gets all the attention and you know how I am about sharing the attention.  Here's a picture of the little Italian in his yacht clothes (tell me if you think I am wrong about disapproving dahlings).

Rating:  1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Bonna Bella Yacht Club:  5 I.O.'s

We Go Out In Savannah

Sisters on the Fly

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash attended a gathering at a campground on Tybee Island recently.  The name of the event was Sisters on the Fly.  Mr. Fettucini will lead the way:

Mr. Fettucini:  Whoa!  First off, ain't nobody gonna confuse me with a sister.  I just needed to put that out there first and foremost.  Now, we drove the convertible to Rivers End Campground on Tybee Island to check out all these old time trailers (you's know...those things that people hook up to the back of their cars or trucks and then they go to these here campsites and sleep in their trailers so that they don't have to worry about bed bugs at hotels or motels...they only got to worry about mosquitoes, bees, ants, noisy neighbors and if they ain't got those trailers that got their own toilets, then they also gotta use community toilets and showers).  Ms. Goulash says it's lots of fun and reminds her of the old days when she and her family moved around to different gypsy campsites.  Anyways, my better half wanted to see the old time trailers, so her wish is my command.

Ms. Goulash:  Dahlings!  I was in my glory at Rivers End Campground!  All those trailers!  All those campfires!  All the ladies having so much fun together!  They told us stories about where they had traveled from...distances as far as California and Oregon.  Some of the ladies met up in Texas and caravaned their way to Georgia.  We went inside every trailer.  They were all unique but one in particular caught my eye.
Ready for it...here it is...

The gypsy trailer!!!  None finer!  My people were represented.  Mr. Fettucini and I sat around this campsite for longer than he had anticipated (talk about ants....my little Italian was born with ants in his pants...he doesn't know the meaning of the word patience!)
Mr. Fettucini:  Yo!  I can can hear you's writin' this, you's know!
Anyway dahlings, I asked my fellow gypsy travelers whether they would join me in a ceremonial dance around their campfire and of course they delightfully complied.  Gypsies, as you know, are the original Sisters On The Fly, dahlings!

We Go Out In Savannah

Green Truck

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash visited an establishment in Savannah called Green Truck located on Habersham that offers grass fed beef burgers. Mr. Fettucini, please elaborate:

Mr. Fettucini:  Grass fed!?!  I thought, am I goin' to a place that has cows eatin' out back and am I gonna be hit by a wave of greenhouse gases?!?  You's know how it smells when you's pass a field where cows are grazin'.  Hold on to your noses buddies!  However, Green Truck is located in mid-town Savannah on a fairly busy street and there ain't no pasture out back and they ain't got no cows eatin' no grass back there either.  Regardless, I ordered my grass fed beef burger with grilled onions and mushrooms and I was very impressed.  This ain't no ground chuck.  We're talkin' the real deal here.  I'm hooked on you's Green Truck.

Ms. Fettucini:  Dahlings!  This gypsy is not a big fan of red meat but when in Rome.....
I ordered a burger with roasted peppers and melted swiss cheese.  It truly was scrumptious but since I am not used to consuming red meat, the burger layed in my stomach like a boulder for quite a while.  Next time I will request a slider size portion.  It was days before I felt like dancing again, dahlings!

Rating:  1 - 5 I.O.'s (intestinal orgasms)

Green Truck: 4 1/2 I.O.'s