Rules of the Game
The soup was good. Really good. I could feel the blood slowing as my arteries clogged just a little bit more. Solyanka. Russian meat soup. When I saw it on the menu I assumed it would be tough pieces of gristle and fat boiled from a soup-bone and drowning in weak beef broth. I imagined overcooked vegetables too old to be served in any other form but soup. Still, it beat taking a chance on something weird.
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