Is there a dish you dream about? A dish that if you close your eyes and concentrate real hard, you can still taste, hours, day, weeks, months and years after having it? If I was forced to eat one meal for the rest of my life it would be the cream of chicken soup from the Grand Lux Cafe. It is that good.
“Hi Jill.” I have to break up with her. I can’t handle the pressure. I know she is waiting for a ring. I’m not ready for that. “How was your day?” she asks. “Great.” The waiter comes by to take our drink order. She orders a pomegranate margarita. I order a beer. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Why does she have to order a 9 dollar drink? Why can’t she just order a beer? “How was your day?” I ask because I can’t think of anything else to say. “Great.” The waiter comes back and takes our order. “I’ll just have the cream of chicken soup.” Jill says. Perfect. That’s the soup everyone says is better then sex. I’ll let her finish her soup and then I’ll do it because I can’t spend another night with this woman. She tastes the soup and her eyes roll back into her head. “Oh my god, this is so good.” She takes another bite and savors it. Enjoy it women, it will be the last bowl of soup I buy for you. “You want a bite.” She asks and hands me her spoon. I take a bit. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” “It’s good isn’t it.” Jillian said. “Here, have the rest.” She pushed the bowl over to me. Ok, maybe she’s not that bad. It’s not like she’s even mentioned marriage. She really is a beautiful women. And, this soup is good. “Brian.” “Yeah, babe.” as I put another spoonful in my life. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
What do you think is the perfect break up meal?