As you can tell by now, we don’t sell soup, or serve soup. Our name came from the
dog (yes, the dog came first).
We found him in an alley in 1991, pushing an empty soupcan around. He was as skinny
as a rail and as fast as lightning. Once we convinced him we were OK, he decided
to stay. A year later, we opened our business and named it after him.
He came to work everyday until he passed during the summer of 2007 at the ripe old
age of 16 (something like 100 in dog years!) We should all be so lucky. He is missed,
but never forgotten.