we have our very own soup nazi in town...except for he's very nice and the food is better than anything else in the city

ceej introduced me to a gem in our city.
la bonne soup cafe.
it's french.

it's only open for lunch
and the line is always
out the door.

here's the one man show.
he takes your order:
the conversation is simple
"what would you like, madame?"
"i'd like such and such."
then you just watch as he quickly
puts your meal together.
"anything else, madame?"
"yes, please. a bowl of french onion soup."
he clanks spoons and lids as he
dishes up soup on top of bread bits
and sprinkles knife-grated cheese on top.
he moves to the cash register,
tells you how much you owe
{you tip extra because he works so hard}

voila!

thank goodness for slow food.