I promised myself I wouldn’t make a corny joke. It would be too easy to start off a story about the man who gave Seinfeld the fodder for that ubiquitous “no soup for you!” line with a joke about soup.
I just wasn’t going to soup, I mean stoop, to that level. No matter how much I may have been craving kitsch, this journalist was going to stick to her gustatory guns.
But then the unexpected happened. There was no soup when I showed up at the Original Soup Man.