Troubadour Snackbarwatch: It Is Not A Snackbar. It Is Not A Bookstore. It Is A SOUL KITCHEN.

’soulSpotted last night @ Clap Your Hands Say Not Quite Sold Out. The discovery floored me. Moments later I would be accosted by a chef in white, asking me if I’d prefer the hummus plate or the giant Hebrew National. Verbatim dialogue:

’soulME: I want both man. I want the juiced sausage, but split LONG WAYS – in four parts – for all four of us. On top of the hummus.

CHEF IN WHITE:
We can do that.

ME: You can slice it the long way? The LONG way?

CHEF IN WHITE: What the fuck is wrong with you?