Last week in the Nation's Capitol I decided to check on the late Spring soup scene. And while browsing through lists of standard soups(French Onion, Minestrone, Chicken Vegetable, etc) I gave pause to the menu posted in the window of the New Heights Restaurant, just steps from the Woodley Park-Nati
I picked up my dear ol’ Mom last Friday after she’d spent a few days at my brother’s not far away. She’d come down with a nasty cold like the rest of us. We’d no doubt contaminated her. I’d intended to take her out to lunch for soup, but she wasn’t feeling well enough to do that. Still, soup was a good idea, and I wanted to do a review - so, time to think outside the box. And I thought, if I can’t bring Mom to the soup, how ‘bout I bring the soup to her? And, why not give her a choice? This is America after all.
Last week in the Nation's Capitol I decided to check on the late Spring soup scene. And while browsing through lists of standard soups(French Onion, Minestrone, Chicken Vegetable, etc) I gave pause to the menu posted in the window of the 
