Date

I had a lunch date with Jim and Jack on Friday.  It was pretty fun and delicious.

Jack brought his mini-mimi-cup, aka Lilly's American Girl doll cup.

He refers to his sippy cup as "mimi-cup," you might spell it as "me-me cup."  He now refers to all drinking vessels as "mimi-cup." (I spell it mimi because I really liked the character "Mimi" from the musical Rent, and I took Italian in college and one of their main pronouns is mi, I think.)

The server told us that the soup of the day was a butternut squash, cabbage soup.  He told us that even though it sounded disgusting and he personally disliked butternut squash OR cabbage, the soup somehow tasted amazing.

I can't tell you how much I doubted his statement, so I ordered the soup just to prove him wrong.  However, I was wrong.  This was some of the most amazing soup I have EVER had. I also dislike butternut squash and cabbage and I started to doubt that those two ingredients were even in the soup.

I challenged the server and begged for a recipe.  He asked the chef and the chef refused, he wouldn't even tell me the ingredients.  The chef comes into the restaurant at 11PM and makes soup until 3AM in secret so no one knows what goes into them.

I called the next day to order more soup and it was gone, no more soup.  The magic chef cooks on whims and doesn't write down recipes.  Now I will spend the rest of my life in search of a butternut squash cabbage soup that tastes amazing.