I just had one of the best bowls of soup I’ve ever tasted: shrimp and pork wonton with fresh Bok choy at a place called Kung Fu Kitchen on Beacon Street in Boston. When you get to be my age, this is something to get excited about. Some of you are laughing and some of you are nodding your heads. By the way, Boston is a town long associated with soups of every kind. The chow-dah is king, but you can’t skip the bisque and you won’t find anything wrong with an old- fashioned chicken noodle here, either. San Francisco may serve up a nice cioppino with a loaf of fresh-baked sourdough but the north shore chefs in the pride of New England will make you drool over pasta fazool.
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