For lunch in Savannah,
we headed back down to River Street
and to the
Shrimp Factory.
Here's the menu:
I ordered the Shrimp in Puff Pastry.
Mr. Hawthorne ordered the grouper filet.
A Caesar salad was tossed tableside
and we were offered non-traditional bacon
on the salad.
Not a bad salad.
That's all I can say.
It wasn't Rosie's salad.
Blueberry muffins with butter
and a combination spread of butter, honey, and bourbon.
Tasty.
Mr. Hawthorne's grouper.
It wasn't memorable
so I have nothing to say about it now,
except I don't like all the pasta filler.
The concept of this was good I thought.
Puff pastry and shrimp and green peas and mushrooms
in a Chardonnay Cream Sauce.
The execution missed the mark.
By a mile.
The shrimp were tiny, tasteless, and rubbery.
No doubt farm raised.
The sauce was not a light Chardonnay cream sauce.
It was a thick, gloppy, heavy mess.
Rosie no likee.
For lunch in Savannah,
we headed back down to River Street
and to the Shrimp Factory.
Here's the menu:
I ordered the Shrimp in Puff Pastry.
Mr. Hawthorne ordered the grouper filet.
A Caesar salad was tossed tableside
and we were offered non-traditional bacon
on the salad.
Not a bad salad.
That's all I can say.
It wasn't Rosie's salad.
Blueberry muffins with butter
and a combination spread of butter, honey, and bourbon.
Tasty.
Mr. Hawthorne's grouper.
It wasn't memorable
so I have nothing to say about it now,
except I don't like all the pasta filler.
The concept of this was good I thought.
Puff pastry and shrimp and green peas and mushrooms
in a Chardonnay Cream Sauce.
The execution missed the mark.
By a mile.
The shrimp were tiny, tasteless, and rubbery.
No doubt farm raised.
The sauce was not a light Chardonnay cream sauce.
It was a thick, gloppy, heavy mess.
Rosie no likee.
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