No Soup For Us
Undeterred by yesterday’s record high temperatures, Ellen and I were in the mood to eat and critique soup.
This was perfect, because a new soup place just opened down the block. The Original Soupman. Twelve years after Seinfeld weaved him into our pop culture quilt, The Soup Nazi has expanded his empire into Jason Alexander’s hometown of Livingston, NJ.
Walking in, I actually worried about the staff’s behavior. Was getting yelled at part of the appeal? I hoped not (It wasn’t.) Still, we were cautious, not wanting to forfeit our soup-buying privileges. And we still left without soup, and hungry.
The Soup Nazi needs his rest, and despite the OPEN sign, he closes “around eight, eight-thirty.” It was eight-forty-five. I don’t know enough about the soup industry to suggest ideal business hours to its proprietors. But unless they stay open until at least nine, they will not earn a place in our eating routine.