W hat the hell, its getting cold in New York, which means I now feel more than justified in sneaking down to Soupy Place for lunch. To get to Soupy Place you have to leave the security turnstiles behind at work - yes you get to escape the four walls of the White Ivory Tower in pursuit of warm and tastie little snacks for lunch.

Only problem is that Soupy Place is not exactly the best kept secret in the city. You have to push your way through scores of people flooding the place. Its loud, its pushie, but man alive the soup is tastie as all hell. And if you really feel like being a pain in the backside during the lunch rush you ask for little tasting cups to help you decide what you feel like indulging in.

I am a fan of the clam chowder (I don’t even want to guess how fattening the damn stuff is), or the lobster bisque, but the ham and pea kept me entertained today - well that and the wall of boxed salad lectuce crashing to the floor in the middle of the rush hour - yeah exactly, bloody salads, who said they were good for you.

The entertainment continued when pushie chick decided it was an outrage that she had to then wait in yet another line to pay for her Soup, having already waited in the Soup line. Oh the drama “I am a busy person”, yeah whatever sweetheart aren’t we all, “How can they expect us to wait like this”, goddam lady go down to McDonalds and get out of my face this is my lunchbreak, “Im not coming back here”, if only I believed you - you are here every day. Bloody New Yorkers, sheesh.

I skuttled back to my desk and ate my soup from Soupy Place, ok it has a real name, Devon & Blakely, but that sounds like a pub not somewhere you sneak to for soup in the middle of the day.

Hmmmm I would like to find the Soup Nazi if he really exists?!

Categories: Food, New York