Or is it Mexican Lime Chicken Soup? Another day at the Headliners Bistro and Cafe, and, in an effort to not let this blog become a fat girl diary, I refrained from adding a slice of pepperoni pizza to my lunch tray. So, only a large soup and lime Jell-O for me ($4.69; highway robbery!). I wonder if the cooks back there are actually making the soup from scratch or if they are merely defrosting huge blocks of pre-made soup. Taste-wise, either method seems plausible. Among the soups on the rotating roster, this one is not bad: it has dark red kidney beans, chunks of red potato, tomato pieces, celery, green peppers, and chicken. And, fried tortilla strips, which you can add yourself. I love it when institutional food-service operations do these head-fakes toward the restaurant experience. It's so corny -- but in a nice way.
She says: YUMMY. Lime Jell-O is totally underrated.
LATE BREAKING ADDENDUM: It's barely two hours later and I am so full! This soup, it's like a sponge that keeps expanding in my stomach!
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My food diary would be called "Dairy Products for the Lactose Intolerant" and would feature my love/hate (though mostly love!) relationship of all things dairy.
This hypothetical food journal would highlight my desired daily dairy intake, in no particular order, of mayonnaise, rice pudding, sour cream, heavy cream.
I too had soup for lunch: Caribbean Jerk Chicken Soup (or is it Caribbean Chicken Jerk Soup?). Fried tortilla chips were an option that I passed on.
Maybe your food blog should be called: "I Love Pound Cake."
I hear that there is a new soup place in the basement of 111 E. Wacker. It's called Ponte Fresco or something to that effect. A friend had some crab soup the other day from there, and it was YUMMY.
OK, here's what's terrifying: I ALSO had a slice of marble pound cake for lunch today! Indeed, I love pound cake!
cwalker: I won't go until you go first and pre-vet the food. Or, maybe I'll go with you.
kipp cheng: Kooky crazy coincidence! Something you said a long time ago periodically floats through my mind: "I want everything to taste like pound cake." Or, something to that effect. Your proclamation rings in my head like a church bell. So simple, so definitive.
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