Onion soup

I like soup. And of all soups, I like onion soup the most. I am traveling the world for quite a while now and when dining out I have a this strange power forcing me to order onion soup as a starter when its on the menu. I even had moments I just had a deep sigh when I read 'French Onion Soup' at the menu, as I know that how long I even might stare and read, or even dictate myself all kind of nice starters, if the waiter finally ask me my order, I forget about all and just say... onion soup.

And so it happened last week exactly the same, when I had a lunch downstairs at The Walk; the boulevard where I live. I have the luxury to walk outside and encounter tens of restaurants within less then a 3 minute walk. The newest and also one of the closest is called Duo. No clue why Duo is called Duo restaurant. It serves all kind of food, from pizza till burrito and from kebab to hamburger. I am always a bit cautious whit these kind of restaurants which have an endless list of dishes as quality usually goes down equally. Just by time I wanted to skip this menu completely, I read the mysterious words 'French Onion Soup'. And I had no other choice to obey and sit down...

The onion soup arrived the table too quick. It was in the same time I need to put and heat something in a microwave. And I am truly convinced that microwaves should be forbidden in restaurant kitchens... The onion soup was coming in a country round bread, and was topped with a fistful of chopped Swiss cheese. I don't like that. I have a clear opinion on onion soup. And onion soup should have a piece of toasted bread on it. Now I had a onion soup within a piece of bread. And the Swiss cheese was just thrown into it.

This causes an ergonomically problem. The cheese was in an advanced state of melting and so each spoon of soup I wanted to get out of the bread, delivered me an embarrassing amount and length of cheese strings, which would not break, not even if I moved the spoon to shoulder height! If you move back its not possible to get the strings in the bread anymore, so I was only making the whole mess more messier. To make thing worse, the onion soup was not bright, because the cook had put too much weird ingredients into it. Look, the art of onion soup is to make it all at great taste with water, onions, salt and pepper. The only fancy part is the toasted bread and okay, play a bit around with the cheese.

Let me keep it short. Halfway my starter I had the idea I was eating brown fluid with elastic jelly out of a ancient - once trendy - Gucci bag. I could not finish it anymore. It was definitely the worst onion soup ever, maybe just in lead of that bucket of garbage what I ate in Rotterdam one day, when a used plaster appeared from beneath the bread... DUO restaurant will not be visited for a SECOND time.