Deep within the labyrinthine alleys of Segment 07 lies a corridor awash with the savory aromas of simmering meat and roasting spices. Follow the smells to their source and you will find a small shop owned by an eccentric old woman named Edina. While little more than a hole in the wall, Edina’s Soup Pot is well known across the segment. Whether the quality of her soup or her mercurial nature is more renowned however, remains in question.
Looks can be deceiving
Edina’s Soup Pot hides in plain sight. There is no signage out front, and from the outside, there is little to distinguish it from its surroundings. For anyone not already a customer, finding its doors is best accomplished by simply following one’s nose.
Step inside, and the interior of the Soup Pot will do little to bolster your impressions. Strings of garlic cloves and bunches of onion hang from the ceiling. Cast iron pots sit in haphazard stacks in corners. Should you care to sit as you await your order, an old rusted metal table is your sole option. It is a messy, claustrophobic room, and the large rusted metal grating that separates the waiting area from the kitchen is unsettling.
Oh, but the smells that waft out from that kitchen will make everything else seem unimportant. The aromas of the various soups that sit on simmer atop her stove do the talking. Caramelized onion, pungent garlic, and roasted meat make a compelling argument for the Soup Pot’s case, and Edina wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dealing with Edina
While her soups may win over crowds, Edina herself is more of an acquired taste. She is impatient, demanding, and will not hesitate to tell you what you can do with a differing opinion. Find yourself too far on her good side however, and you may wish you hadn’t. Such is the case for poor Arthur, who seems to have caught both her eye and her heart.
Should Edina find something she likes, she will make her affections disturbingly clear. Objects of her fancy may try to object, and may even try to set her straight – Eventually however, they will learn to simply take their soup and leave… Quickly.
Thus being a patron of the Soup Pot is a bit of a balancing act. One must stay just on the periphery of Edina’s good graces but not fall from them. While catching her eye may not be desirable, neither is hearing her jarring rejections of “No soup for you!”.