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I love my local businesses, but I can't support them when they don't have anything in stock. I've tried coming here a few times and have always left empty-handed. Like others have said, I'm not sure if there is an issue with their shipments, but it seems like lots of basic items just are never around. I'll keep trying when I'm in the Square and hope to see some improvements!
How happy am I that I stumbled into this store!
I'd spent a few days enjoying Savannah as a tourist and hadn't come away with anything to remember such a beautiful city by. When I took off walking on my last afternoon in hopes to find something, anything, to make a nice souvenir, I didn't expect to find such a treasure trove of lovely and fascinating objects as I did in ReCreate.
ReCreate is a cooperative of local artists who share the space to display their work for sale, taking turns manning the register as people like me wander in. The goods in here vary from clothing to jewelry to paintings and prints. I went from room to room for several minutes while Christina, a talented jeweler who happened to be working the register that day, helped me by introducing me to the background of the artists whose work I admired.
Finally, I settled on two oil paintings--one for myself and one for my boyfriend as a gift to remember our trip by. As a bonus, Christina handed me a map of Savannah and gave me a few restaurants tips for a meal out of town before I took off--thanks, Christina!
Locals and tourists alike will be lucky to spend time in this shop and find gorgeous work made by locals. Stop by and enjoy!!
You know how you know not to put your hand on a stove because it'll burn? But what if it's a new stove that you'd like to support because it's local, and look, it's a *cafe bistro* stove, and oh that's kind of cute, and OH MY GOD. IT'S HOT. IT'S STILL A DAMN CRAP STOVE THAT BURNS YOU.
That's the best analogy I can give you for my experience at Cinnamon Cafe Bistro. I knew better, but I tried it anyway.
The chilaquiles were tasteless, and despite how much there was on my plate, it didn't fill me up. A single line for the next terrible point:
WORST COFFEE I'VE EVER TASTED.
I've had bad coffee--diner coffee, questionable gas station coffee, fake "tea" coffee, family members who dislike caffeine coffee... This was the worst. Watery, not close to black: barely a burnt sienna or auburn in color.
And yes, the service was slow, bad. There were signs up in the window they're hiring a cook, and when one applicant came in, they had no application for him to fill out. He did get to do the interview right then and there, a booth over from us though. I think he got the job. Maybe he can help.
"Who's your guy?"
My guy is Ron, and I'm glad I found him. (Thanks again, Yelp!) I've been bringing my aging car here for the last year and a half and have had only good experiences. From oil changes to bad coils to misfiring cylinders to dead batteries and everything in between, the guys at Speedline have been exceptional.
The greatest thing is that they make an effort to educate you on what's going on with your car. Too often in the past, I felt like I dropped off my car to a stranger, mysterious things were done to it, then I got it back, and it worked, though I wasn't sure why. My experience at Speedline has helped take the veil of confusion off the work being done. Ron even has sat down and showed me car parts to help me better understand what my geriatric vehicle is going through these days.
I'm lucky that this shop isn't too far from where I live, but I expect that should I move further away from the shop, I will travel to get here. After all, when you finally find your car guy, you don't want to leave him.
I never knew that pizza could make you angry... until I ate at Ian's. While this flavorless, dried out pizza did not rouse my taste buds, it did stir my viscera with rage and make me see red. Why so angry? This was the worst pizza I've ever tasted, and I'd just dumped $24 + a generous tip on it.
I'm no stranger to bad pizza. I grew up in southwest Ohio, where the pizza scene of the 80's and 90's was a very bleak thing indeed. I've tasted some crappy, chewy, dry, undercooked, overcooked, uninspired, unappealing, disgusting bad pizza, so allow me to reiterate: The Ian's Pizza I had last night was the worst pizza I've ever tasted.
The guys working were very sweet, very friendly, and helpful when I had questions placing my order. However, perhaps they should have encouraged me to order one of their specialty pizzas because maybe that's all that Ian's really does well, or even just moderately well.
Instead, I ordered for take-out a large soy mozzarella pizza with portobello mushrooms, onion and bell pepper. Let's cover the pizza from top to bottom:
PEPPERS AND ONION: Usually, when I order these toppings, the peppers and onion soften ever so slightly in the oven, arriving in a fresh and palatably less sharp and crunchy taste and texture. On Ian's Pizza, the onions and peppers were completely raw, so much so I might have thought they were added *after* the pizza went in the oven.
SOY CHEESE: Where's the cheese?! While it's true soy cheese doesn't melt well, it helps the dairy free customer's cause when you use more than a tiny child-sized handful of cheese to sprinkle over the pizza. The amount of cheese on the pizza was abysmal. Our cheese looked skimpy compared to what I saw searching online for images of Ian's pizza. (See the photo I posted of ours.) It was flavorless soy cheese too, and as Cristene mentioned, Daiya might be a better option. I guess we'd have to order extra-extra-extra cheese to at least cover more of the pizza, or it also might have been more palatable if we had more:
TOMATO SAUCE: Again, so little to speak of and flavorless. Absolutely flavorless! Parts of the pizza had none, all of it was dried out. If my options are less flavorless sauce and more dried out pizza or more flavorless sauce and less dried out pizza, I am in a quandary of questionable dining... though I would probably opt for more sauce in the end.
Since the pizza was both so dry and so flavorless, we gave up after eating one slice, went back to the box and added olive oil and spices to the pizza before tossing it in the oven in hopes of resuscitating it. It was slightly better.
The MUSHROOMS were fine.
I don't know, y'all. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe it was an off-night. Maybe you have to order one of those specialty pizzas. Maybe you have to be wasted after a Cubs game. Maybe you have to order a non-vegan pizza.
In the light of day, anger fades and I am left totally baffled. I had been looking forward to trying Ian's for so long and surprising my dairy-free boyfriend with a great pizza and movie night at home. Instead, he wound up upset that I had spent money on this terrible excuse for pizza. In fact, he asked me to go to you Yelpers directly. "You have to warn them," he said. I promised I would, so here we are. Skip Ian's. Go somewhere--anywhere--else.
Confession: I don't even really like seafood that much, but I loved Captain Scott's.
Growing up in the midwest, fresh seafood was not something one found often. I'm pretty sure if I'd grown up in Groton, CT and had Captain Scott's available, I'd be sucking the lobster meat out of claws with the best of them.
I tried a friend's fried scallop, which was seasoned to perfection and tasted. so. good.. As I'd already had breakfast, and it wasn't quite lunchtime, I helped myself to a modest bowl of the lobster bisque. I was due to fly home to Chicago that evening but did seriously consider the logistics of carrying a 32-ounce bisque with me on the plane. (Sadly, it didn't happen.)
My only question now is when do I get back out to Groton, CT, and just how to space out my meals so as to eat at Captain Scott's several times.
It means a lot when a business owner reaches out to rectify a situation--it makes up quite a bit for a nasty experience. Thanks to Dan for reaching out, apologizing and offering a refund after a bad experience at Taste of Heaven. It makes a huge impact when one can see an owner cares about his establishment.
You know it's good when a Yellow Cab rolls up, Kelsey Grammer steps out and greets the owner with, "We just couldn't stay away!"
I do love a trip to Spacca Napoli. The pizza is always delicious, and the serious Italian mixes of flavors and toppings are delicious. I prefer the red sauces to the white pizzas, but don't mind changing it up every once in a while.
Great selection of wine, too, and a lovely little patio for a summer evening.
It's a little pricier than my usual trip for pizza, and I do find the crust to be a little bit chewy for my taste, but I keep on coming back to Spacca because it tastes so good.
And if it's good enough for Frasier, it's good enough for me.
I can't say enough about the positive experiences I've had so far with Dr. Katherine Thurer.
After several bad experiences with old OB/GYNEs, I found Dr. Thurer and the Raby Institute. At my first appointment, Dr. Thurer and I spent a long time talking about me, my life, my health habits and more. She then made suggestions for improving my overall health, and all of this was before any pelvic exam.
After the exam, she recommended bloodwork (it'd been years since I had any blood tests done), and introduced me to their technician who drew my blood with hardly even a prick of pain.
When my blood tests came back, there were recommendations for some supplements and vitamins I am lacking. I didn't feel pushed to purchase anything at their store, and actually made an appointment to head back and get the supplements from them. In the future, I'll probably purchase online to save money, but I wanted to have my doctor walk through the store and show me exactly what I need and how to take it for best results.
Dr. Thurer is friendly, professional, calm and thorough. Ongoing medical issues I had while seeing other doctors have been resolved in her care, and I trust her advice and her approach. Finding the right OB/GYN is a tough process, and I'm happy that I've finally found Dr. Thurer.
Upon entering Alice's at 2 AM on a Saturday night, I wondered if I had slipped into an alternate universe where I entered the man-cave basement apartment of some uncle who slipped me beer when I was a teen. It was awesome.
The vinyl tile flooring, the lasers, the tiny performance floor on which the KJ spins your favorite karaoke jams and the entire clientele of Alice's crowds around you as you sing--all so amazing.
The crowd had a heavy hipster presence, which isn't too surprising at 2 AM on a Saturday night, but there was an eclectic presence of random cultures, subcultures, ethnicities and otherwise all present that night.
What's most fabulous about a place like Alice's is that everybody supports everybody else's singing--whether someone is belting out The Boss or caterwauling their way through Patsy Cline.
Stellar people, cheap drinks, karaoke and lasers? WHY NOT?
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