Singing Soup
The menu describes it as "Green garlic Vichyssoise with grilled grapes, shaved radish, cucumber and spiced almonds." We described it as smooth as a baby's butt, layered with flavors and beautifully presented.
Each taste was distinct as notes on a piano but if you scooped a spoonful of it all together, it sang like a Sweet Adelines quartet, smooth and joyous and modulated, with an extra note that lingers on the tongue even after the soup is gone. We shared sips of each others' soups - that may be gauche in such a nice restaurant but it just added to our enjoyment of our day off the rollercoaster.
Labels: Murray Circle, Vichyssoise
6 Comments:
I once made myself quite ill eating a whole pot of cold potato soup (so terribly ashamed).
It is like a still life.
Very decorated! Where were the grapes?
So. I gotta go down there and try two soups, now.
Ms Mouse, do you blame the soup or do you still like it?
Greg, lots of care went into the soup and the presentation. I love that place.
Cookiecrumb, the grapes were below the surface - submarine surprises.
O I still LOVE the soup, I just make sure I share the soupy love now :) I've never made it so beautiful though, it's a picture!
Ms Mouse, soupy love! :-)
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