Today's special was braised duck leg (swimming in a brown onion and mushroom sauce) served with roasted acorn squash and a warm lentil salad, garnished with mango chutney, toasted pumpkin seeds and walnuts. The display plate was quite nice, each component artfully arranged with an extra kale leaf, the reds and purples accenting both the plate and the squash.
A customer looks first at the display plate, then our soup menu, and then she moves directly in front of the display plate. She points at the dish and asks "Is that the Wisconsin Cheddar and Beer soup?"
There were no words in that moment.
My thought bubble: Oh my lord, are you really so absurdly naive to not know what soup looks like? Did you grow up in a soup-a-tarian household that rejected not just the tasting but knowledge of soups? Why are you trying to punish me?
My comment: No, ma'am. You will find the soup in these large containers over here. I recommend that you take a glance at our specials menu.
It's buffalo-chicken moments like these that make me want to cry. So, for anyone out there that needs a hand, I offer the following example:
|Duck... yum yum!|
|Soup... also yummy but very different indeed.|