Needing a break from last-minute Christmas shopping, I called in at the market café and enquired about the soups.
“Today we have two soups, onion and French onion” Cassie informed me.
“What’s the difference?” I politely enquired.
“Onion soup is made with onions, and French onion soup is made with French onions, I think” she replied. “I assume Paul gets them from France.”
I ordered both and was surprised that one was garnished with fried onion rings and the other with battered onion rings. Both soups looked and tasted the same. I have no idea which was which.