To make up for all the dumplings and waffles, I have found myself gravitating toward soups lately. I started strong in Warsaw with a two-course soup dinner, in which Ian and I ordered a chanterelle soup for a starter and I had tomato soup for my main. This thoroughly confused our waitress, who informed me, “you know, that is also soup,” when I ordered.
I successfully confused another waitress the following day when I ordered pho when it was 98° outside. This time, she simply said, “Soup?”
You’ve already seen zurek, but here’s another example from our visit to the Polish countryside (blog post forthcoming):
And finally, I continue to eat soup here in Budapest (shh…let’s pretend we’re still in Poland). Here’s some fruit soup I ordered last night: