After Tristan’s make-up game resulted in a 0-0 tie, I took the boys to the downtown mall looking for something tasty that would not be constructed out of Thanksgiving leftovers. My young friend Jason had recommended Revolutionary Soup, a little hole in the wall in the basement off 2nd street. Growing up in New Orleans taught me that often, little holes in the wall or joints boasted the best, most succulent, most authentic choices. Because of the holiday and the frigid temperature, I easily scored parking at the metered lot next to Mono Loco and we walked as briskly as possible.
It was not all pleasure though. When I woke up, I felt bad, but attributed it to the forced air heat in my house and allergies. However, walking those short blocks made me realize I was then weak and feverish. I deposited the boys at a back table where they happily played football with a Starburst. I answered a few IMs on my phone and hoped for the energy to make it home after eating. I ordered them both a grilled cheese sandwich, always safe, especially when the first thing they spied was a menu item that included the words lamb and curry! I was amazed at the variety of yummy sounding homemade soups concocted from locally grown/raised organic ingredients at superfine prices. In the end I got the creamy rosemary potato soup, which came with a tiny local green apple and little sesame roll. I was excited to see a small hand lettered sign announcing that they will be opening a second shop on the corner. That’s all I could stomach so far today but it was exceptional.
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