I bought food at the student union (the Russell House) for one of the first times the other day. It’s somewhat different to our student union back home as I try to tell people here. Back in Leeds we have three nightclubs and two bars in our SU, here they have five fast food joints and an ice cream parlor. Anyway the only food I felt I could face was a salad, I’m not wasting away mum the salads are big enough to feed a horse (another difference from back home where they just contain horse).
So the guy in front of me orders what he wants in his salad and asks for Balsamic Vinegar. He goes for four ladles of it. I don’t know how much this really equates to but figure I probably won’t want as much as him so, when asked how many scoops I wanted, I went for a conservative two. My salad was drenched, it was like the Balsamic hurricane Sandy! But as I waded through my vinegary lettuce and chickpeas all I could think of was the man in front of me, he had literally ordered a soup! A big balsamic soup… with veg.