Soup Plantation, or whatever your region's version of the salad bar + buffet restaurant, is a dining mecca for Indians. The trip to said Soup Plantation is often accompanied with loading up all extended family in a fifteen mile radius into a caravan of Honda Odysseys and descending upon the restaurant with the same tenacity of the Allies storming the beaches of Normandy on D-Day.
Once at Soup Plantation, you can see auntie's making the toughest choice of their life: what to put on their salad. These salad bars, often stretching over 50 feet, offer endless possibilities in the form of every vegetable, both commonplace and obscure, known to man. Celery, radishes, and beets, oh my!
Kids love it because they can get away with eating watery mac n' cheese and Jell-O, parents love it because the food is clearly labeled Veg and Non-Veg, and everyone can be as loud as they would be if they were back at their favorite back alley Bombay dhaba.
No one seems to notice that the actual collection of soup is usually just one choice and is never really that good.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
#56: Soup Plantation
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This is like Old Country Buffet, right? Or Ponderosa?
Yes. Except in California we say Soup Plantation and California is awesome.
I think you had a typo in our comment. You switched an "a" and an "e." I'm sure you meant to say, "California is wearisome."
Your comment just inspired my next blog entry.
#83: Terrible Jokes.
Good luck explaining that to Sega CD, the currently 83rd thing Indians like.
I have noticed that indians like to make terrible jokes...hmm
Racist.
rephrase: i have noticed "mahotma in herre" likes to make terrible jokes...haha...okay maybe it's me as well :)
Truer words have not been spoken since "Iceburg, right ahead!"
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