Whenever we are out and about and we will inevitably have to stop and get something to eat, my vote is always, always for Souplantation. Number one, it's all-you-can-eat. And that is magic to a fat girl's ears. Oh..and it's healthy, there are tons of fresh veggies, it's inexpensive, it's loud and child-friendly and pretty much everything is delicious!It's become this little game Michael and I play. Whenever he asks me what I want to eat, I will make a Xixi face and say, "Souplantation!" And he will do his best to locate one for me. One time he was like, "Sorry, honey. I did my best. I can't find one around here." And then we pulled into this parking lot and what did my fat little eyes behold?! A Souplantation...in Brea.
I knew I made the right decision in ignoring what my mama said about marrying you, my knight and shining armor!
If we are in L.A. or Orange County, we're set. We pretty much know where they all are. But out here in the I.E....well, there is only one. In San Bernardino of all places. That sucks. Hospitality Lane might as well be in another state cuz I ain't feelin' it.
So we will be in Palm Springs in a couple of weeks, and instead of ending up at In-n-Out or Subway for lunch, I thought I would research me some Souplantation. Suck again. No luck. But then I saw that there was one in Long Beach...right around the corner from where we were when we went to drop off my paintings at the Picture This Gallery. Right around the corner.
That hurt.
Like a knife in the heart. Since we were in a time crunch to get back to Riverside...at two in the afternoon...on the 91 freeway...and we didn't know where else to eat...we ended up at Norm's. Yep. Norm's. Sigh.
So, so close.
I don't know if I can adequately explain my obsession with Souplantation. My Dad used to take me there when I lived in East L.A. He lived in Pasadena, so we would simply walk there. And my homies and I would always seem to find ourselves in a booth, laughing and eating mountainous piles of green salad, chinese chicken salad, pesto pasta, clam chowder, focaccia bread, chili beans, cornbread, steaming hot brownies and more mountainous piles of green salad. We would search for coupons in the L.A. Weekly and get our grub on. It was good times.
Souplantation makes me happy. It always sounds good. I will never turn it down. I have made followers of the chil'rens, too. And I don't feel guilty eating there since the food is healthy and for the price we pay, we could be eating nutritionally-bereft iceberg lettuce salads and pancakes as big and heavy as a murder weapon at Norm's. It's a win-win.
So if you've never eaten at Souplantation, ya better ask somebody. And if you have eaten there and found it so-so, don't kill my buzz and start complaining about the joint. It's sort of my happy place.
