I very rarely travel to Nichols Hills and when I do, almost never eat there. Growing up, it was always the part of the city that you never drove through, lest you’re pulled over by their questionable law enforcement and are never heard from again. It’s a lot like Valley Brook, with zero chances of ever seeing any well-earned nudity.
That being said, I was wanting to try one last soup place, a joint called Soup Soup, 7654 N. Western Ave., that seemingly specialized in that healing elixir that I’ve been carelessly craving lately. Though near the outskirts of the well-to-do neighborhood, it was still close enough that my eyes were constantly glued to the rearview mirror, just in case.
Located in a moderately boring shopping center, as I went into the eatery, I realized that it wasn’t a restaurant but instead a kitchen where soup is made and sold in their large refrigerators, but there was a wide collection of fresh sandwiches that were made on-site, which seemed like a good enough reason to stick around.