I stopped in early today at my favorite lunch place, The Soup Place on Broadway. It is a little mis-named because they have pretty good sandwiches too, including many variations on my favorites, the family of toasted cheese.
They have a set menu that includes a variety of soups, fairly standard fare, and then they add three special soups made that day. Once of the choices today was a Green Chile Soup with onions and little black beans and a generous amount of creamy chicken, enough to have a piece of chicken in every spoonful it seemed to me. This was fairly mild on the tongue though it did steam up my glasses.
In addition I had a Nathan's hotdog on a nicely toasted bun with a small amount of butter on both sides. A judicious squirt of ketchup was the only condiment though onions and sauerkraut were offered. You can see that I was fairly hungry, always a good condiment, so I had a few bites before I took the picture.
This went well with the soup and very well with the serendipitous glass of Red Tree pinot noir—I thought I was having a pinot grigio—but my waitress thought differently, and that was a good thing too.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
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