ZOMG oh boy one of the ladies at the Studio has a chef (a French chef! for realz!) for a boyfriend and he packed her a lunch of delicious home-made chicken soup.
Well, as she was eating it, the soup smelled delicious, and the rest of us (all nice friendly girls here today, not krazy bitches) launched into a very feminine food-porn discussion. I am not privy to male discussions about food, but I doubt that men rhapsodize about food the way women can. I mean, to hear us, you’d think that we were living in a gulag or prison camp or deserted island and hadn’t had a decent meal in ten years.
We started discussing our favorite kinds of soup (mine: white clam chowder and country beef stew. And my momma’s Hirschgulash that she makes when my brother takes a deer in the autumn, nom nom NOM!), and debating whether red clam chowder is better than white clam chowder, and whether or not split pea is disgusting, and what soup is best when you have your period (chicken noodle), and what chinese-food soup is the best: wonton or hot and sour?
We decided that we needed to have some soup! And no Campbell’s canned shit, either!
Google to the rescue! We found the NYC Mecca of Soup: The Soup Spot. Check it out! They have like 70 soups, from which they serve a rotating variety of 18 daily! And they deliver!
We called and spoke with some European dude who actually sounded like the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld.
We decided to have a soup tasting. I myself ordered white clam chowder, lobster bisque, and chicken noodle (because I have my period, natch).
The Soup Nazis hooked us up: lightening-fast delivery, crackers and crusty French bread, and complementary fresh tasty apples !
All the soups were superior, but the best of the lot was the lobster bisque. It was flavorful and had chunks of lobster floating in it and it probably just added five pounds of lard to my fat ass. Whatever. I could only finish a third of each, but…NOM NOM NOM! Oh god, was it delicious.
The clam chowder was pretty good, too.
Now we’re sprawled out in back in happy soup comas. I need to do my toenails, but I don’t want to move.
Here are photos. They do not accurately convey the deliciousness of the food. Sorry. The lighting in the locker room sucks.
|Clam chowder, lobster bisque, and chicken noodle|