Moving cross country we had passed a truck similar to this one. We should have recognized it as an omen. I don’t think we had ever heard the term “corporate soup.” A motel with its associated restaurant did us the honor.
Tired and looking for rest and food, we found a nice motel with adjoining restaurant chain. “Well, one chain is like another” we said, liking the sports ambiance, hoping for a cold beer and loud music to offset the day of endless quiet miles. Wanting to eat in a more healthy style (I should have ordered the hamburger), I stuck to my usual program and ordered a caesar salad and the tortilla soup. An odd combination I realize, but choices in the healthy arena were few.
Following a bowl of somewhat stale popcorn (why would a sports bar not serve chips and salsa for tired travelers?) the salad and tortilla soup arrived. The salad was ordinary as expected, but the soup was some kind of “goo/paste” with a dollop of sour cream in the middle — INEDIBLY AWFUL! I called over the waiter and diplomatically described their offering as inedible. “We will be glad to credit it off your bill — a lot of people don’t like it –it’s our corporate chef’s new soup. We used to have soup that people really liked, but Corporate never listens to us.”
For the corollary see: Mi Casita