A series of unfortunate soups
A dog, a gardener and her daughter walk into a bar…
It was a cold and blustery day – the winds were whipping, and the mercury had dipped into the 30s. It seemed the stars had aligned for our planned Soup Road Trip, which was to be a gastronomically adventurous and soul-warming foray into the belly of Long Island’s storied soups. But first, a long-awaited appointment with a nutritionist. How fitting.
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