Souplantation.

Souplantation for lunch equals a super happy Susan but a concurrently super unhappy set of boys, who apparently never grew out of leaving veggies on their plate. As enjoyable (and rare) as Souplantation for company lunch is for me, it also comes at a great cost as the unhappy boys cause an unhappy ruckus in a public space that follows the exact playlist they perform every time they are subjected to eating at Souplantation:

The Unhappy Boys at Souplantation Song:

Track 1: Have loud heated debates in Korean along the entire length of the salad bar about how every veggie they come across is ridden with E.Coli and Salmonella outbreak and eating it will give you seizures.

Track 2: Spend 30 minutes each clogging up the soup line in front of the chicken noodle soup trying to fish out every last chunk of chicken while whining that this is the only meat they will be eating all day.

Track 3: Shoot dirty looks at me during the entire meal complete with wry remarks like: “Are you HAPPY, Susan?” or “Are you having a GOOD LUNCH, Susan?” to express how I have personally ruined their lives by suggesting souplantation for lunch.

Track 4: Spend the entire afternoon after lunch whining loudly that they are so hungry from not having REAL food.

So 30 minutes of happiness in my mouth is completely NOT worth the 10+ following hours of listening to the Unhappy Boys Song. I will not be suggesting Souplantation for lunch again.