I asked for a bowl of mushroom soup and the waitress brought me this bath tub.
Maybe it doesn’t look that big in the picture but I couldn’t put my arms around it without bending into the soup. (To hold my phone while I read, obviously.)
I could have asked for a cup but then they bring you this tiny thing where you aren’t sure if there’s soup or somebody forgot to wash the dregs off somebody else’s cup.
There’s no middle option. Like everything in America, it’s either amazing or total crap. It’s mostly amazing, of course.