Back to the soup, sir.

The slightly retroish look of this restaurant/diner was the reason I dragged Sandra in for some food on our weary way home from respective long days.

Therir chicken soup I can report is rather lovely, especially as the waitress mistook my request for Pepper (piementa) w/Green Pepper (Piemento) and brought out a little saucer of diced bell pepper to me, which I duly chucked into the soup.

Along w/the pepper when it finally came and the requisite squeeze of limes and drizzle of chilli sauce, it was just the fillip I needed.

These early rises and late finishes are taking their toll on me poor auld corporeal frame. Not helped either by endless researching of the requirements, costs & problems associated w/trying to secure a goddamned visa.

Off to me scratcher now, goodnight.