If you've ever tried to look at your own reflection in a bowl of soup, you know what a messy affair it is. If you haven't tried, don't, you'll wind up with a carrot in your eye and a noodle coming out your nose.
This Tuesday I shuttled myself and my cohort in soup down to Katz's deli on Houston. Yes, the famous Katz's, where I've never managed to haul myself before. I was also meeting a friend and her friend from Scotland. So on the whole I was excited about this lunch excursion.
I got the matzoh ball soup. A soup I've been craving since I got back from Scotland. Which is actually kind of strange, because I never much ate it before. But I think in my mind matzoh ball soup came to define everything I couldn't get in Scotland - except for my friends who I could telephone. It's very difficult to call a bowl of matzoh ball soup and have a conversation with it.
I find the problem with matzoh ball soup is that it is always one giant ball of matzoh. I always want it to be like two or three smaller balls floating in my bowl of chicken brothy goodness. It was oily, but not salty, everything you could ask for in a deli chicken broth.
I rounded out the meal with a mozzarella grilled cheese, a combination you could probably only in New York City. It was perfect.
In other news, I never did find out what she was having.
1 comment:
Sally? Watch the film again! I loved my burger and steak fries - I can still taste the beef! Thanx so much for taking us there, it was fabby!
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