more soup for u

I was lucky enough to spend some time last evening with my dearest and closest friend in the world, Christina. we met at the warmth of the bar of the Russell house tavern in Harvard square. the warmth of both her friendship and the restaurant itself was much needed, because I can't really completely zip up my coat due to the bulkiness of my cast. so shout outs to both Christina and RHT for warming the cockles of my heart. dunno if I spelled that wrong.

anyway, we got butternut squash soup, the only soup on the menu. if you ask me, it's the only soup they need on the menu (although, to be fair, it wouldn't do them any harm to add a soup du jour to the menu. variety is the spice of life, after all). it was quiet in the restaurant when we arrived, because it was only 5:30, though it was starting to get bustling as we departed. overall a nice experience and I got this drink called a "solar sour," which was delicious and had a nice frothy/creamy texture due to the egg whites.

the soup: it was delectable. a savory dish with a sweet finish, its bouquet only amplified by the chopped apples on top. it was very thick, and not watery at all. to quote Christina, "it's like an adult baby food." indeed, I would have suckled at the test of RHT all night long if I had more energy and one less broken arm. we were supposed to go get French onion soup at cafe sausage today, but.i was too lazy. sorry.

inclusion of bread: 0/5 (no bread)

availability: 10/10, the soup came out faster than the burren. and RHT is right off the red line in Harvard sq. plus, its way better than the shittiest grocery store of all time, bfresh in Davis Square, somerville.

vibe: started at 7/10, ended at 6/10. it was kinda weird vibes in there to begin with, music-wise. plus as we enjoyed our soup it started to fill up with Harvard people. but, we sat at the bar. the lower level, from what I remember, is much chiller but also somewhat fancier. I guess they have a little something for every yuppie.

soup rating: solid 7.5/10. I'm hampered by my overall 'bleh' at buttnut soup.

summation: even though I don't love buttnut as much as other people, it was still really good.

I was on the hunt for soup tonight and I didn't even know it. I left to buy weed, but on my way, had a hankering for soup. I love soup, and it is my favorite food. where could I get soup on my way home from the weed store? having gone to my local grocery the night before, I had previewed their soups. they looked ok, edible. when I arrived to the same place this evening, I was really ready to taste 'em. guess what, those dumbass losers cleaned their soup vats out. dry as a mother. ok! bye bitch - I walked across the street to the burren, where the soups of the day were Italian wedding and roasted vegetable.

roasted vegetable sounded gross, so I opted for Italian wedding. the vibe was nice & I didn't mind waiting, and once my soup was ready, a kindly Irish man helped me get both my backpack and my coat on, and I wasn't even struggling that much. very nice personnel & clientele.

the soup:

it's pretty ok. that's the best I can say for it. it got me to eat a lot of pork (or at least I assume, I didn't actually ask about what was in the mini meatballs). there were like 2 pearls of pasta in my soup, but lets be honest: who prefers an Italian wedding soup where the ratio is pasta pearls>sausage balls? no one. this isn't scientifically true, nor is it actually true. its my truth. and that's all that matters.

inclusion of bread 2/5 (Irish soda bread)

availability: 9/10 (comparison to the crappiest grocery store of all time providing extra extra extra points)

vibe: 9/10 good vibes, all servers were so nice and kind. and someone helped me get ready for the cold outside (don't think he was an employee, doesn't matter, he def contributed to overall vibe)

soup rating: 6/10

summation: I would gladly accept a small portion of this soup even if I was slightly sated

the pic of the soup doesn't do it justice. it is a solid 6/10

addendum: unfortunately I have to change my rating to 0/10. at 5:00 the next morning, I woke up feeling uncomfy in bed. went to couch, started feeling tired again, headed back to bed. as I walked toward bed, a sudden wave of nausea washed over me. It was so sudden I only had the two empty water glasses on my nightstand to turn to, and vomitted into each of them. I had a lil extra vom left by the time I brought them to the sink (although 3rd vom could have been due to how truly disgusting the entire situation was). I have no other explanation for this vom-aly (vomit + anomaly) besides my consumption of the soup. so sorry to the burren but it is what it is.