Hey, we all need it, right? Just consider the animal kingdom. After all, birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it…
Yeah, yeah, they all fall in love like the song says, but they also obsess about their next meal. Just like vacationing humans do…
So, after a few hours on the beach, we began running through our long list of quickly established favorite restaurants. There's Bubba's Love Shack, The Dead Dog Saloon (don't ask), The Wicked Tuna, River City, and on and on...
"What do you feel like?"
"No, you decide. What do YOU feel like?"
Considering that our mercury levels have probably skyrocketed from all the fish we've been eating here in the Seafood Capital of South Carolina, we concurred:
PASTA!
We were here only a few days when we met Jimmy G., a very cool dude from Brooklyn. For some reason, he took one look at us and told us to go to Valentino's, Surfside Beach, if we had a yen for Italian food. He seemed to know that two days out from anywhere was enough time for us to be in pasta withdrawal.
"Not Valentino's II," emphasized Jimmy, "but the ORIGINAL Valentino's."
And so we did, about a week ago. Beyond delicious! It was time for a second round. This time, I wavered from the menu and asked the waitress if Mssr. Chef would cook primavera for me. Out from the kitchen came the maestro, asking me for specifics. Ah, talk about heaven on earth. There really is perfect, al dente angel hair underneath all those fresh veggies, half of which came home with me for a second meal. I've a new friend. An important friend, I might add. Oh, and not to worry - Joe was thrilled with pasta bolognese, equally delicious.
But be careful about dishing out sustenance, pun intended. Some creatures need to fend for themselves, or they just might consider your arm for an appetizer. Brookgreen Gardens says it best:
"What do you feel like?"
"No, you decide. What do YOU feel like?"
Considering that our mercury levels have probably skyrocketed from all the fish we've been eating here in the Seafood Capital of South Carolina, we concurred:
PASTA!
"Not Valentino's II," emphasized Jimmy, "but the ORIGINAL Valentino's."
And so we did, about a week ago. Beyond delicious! It was time for a second round. This time, I wavered from the menu and asked the waitress if Mssr. Chef would cook primavera for me. Out from the kitchen came the maestro, asking me for specifics. Ah, talk about heaven on earth. There really is perfect, al dente angel hair underneath all those fresh veggies, half of which came home with me for a second meal. I've a new friend. An important friend, I might add. Oh, and not to worry - Joe was thrilled with pasta bolognese, equally delicious.
But be careful about dishing out sustenance, pun intended. Some creatures need to fend for themselves, or they just might consider your arm for an appetizer. Brookgreen Gardens says it best:
