1. ↔ × → Under the sea, under the sea, wish I could be, not so lonely, under the sea.  Calamari Fritti was my name but now you can call me Calamari lonely.  My fresh deep fried goodness was once the epicenter of the appetizer quake that attacked this table.  Everyone rushed to get a taste of my crispy and light outer shell. Even my tentacly brothers were devoured, smother in a thick marinara.  Alas, I am all that’s left.  A singular 50 calorie morsel.  :-(

    Under the sea, under the sea, wish I could be, not so lonely, under the sea.  Calamari Fritti was my name but now you can call me Calamari lonely.  My fresh deep fried goodness was once the epicenter of the appetizer quake that attacked this table.  Everyone rushed to get a taste of my crispy and light outer shell. Even my tentacly brothers were devoured, smother in a thick marinara.  Alas, I am all that’s left.  A singular 50 calorie morsel.  :-(


    tags: Calamari Italian