I know this may be a shock, but this is supposed to be chicken and dumpling soup.
It was a rainy day, which are perfect for soup. I went into Plenty Cafe very very hungry. It would seem that I was giving into their marketing tactics, but if you promise plenty, it’s what I expect. Sure, this was a decent sized bowl. It was $10. It better not be a cup of soup.
If you’re the kind of person that is okay with kale, please try to empathize with my next statement. This is fucking C&D. This is a comfort soup. This shit ain’t supposed to be fancy. Whenever you put kale in anything, it tastes like kale. The broth had zero herbs. Just kale. The shredded chicken was like dry hemp twine. And it tasted like fucking kale.
AND THE DUMPLING!
was a goddamn chicken meatball that also tasted like kale. Yes, I said one dumpling. it was sliced into thirds to con me, but I’m a mother fucking soup connoisseur. Do not advertise dumplings, if you’re giving me a meatball. AND! Do not give me a meatball made with white meat, you son’s of noodles!
Poopy Soup 