Soup’s On
Dear Diary:
I wandered into a corner restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen on a Sunday evening during a two-week trip to the city.
Everything on the menu looked good. As I was trying to decide on which soup to order, a bowl arrived for a man who was sitting alone next to me.
“Which soup is that?” I said after he’d taken his first taste.
I immediately regretted asking. This was New York, and my chattiness felt out of place. Don’t be annoying, I thought to myself.
The man turned to me.
“It’s the leek,” he said. “It’s delicious. Also, I’m glad you are sitting here. The couple who just left — that man’s voice was so annoying!”
— Megan Moore
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