Take That, Dillweed

Dear Hale & Hearty Soup in the Rockefeller Center Concourse:

Most days, I'd rather spend my lunch hour with you than anyone else, Hale & Hearty Soup in the Rockefeller Center Concourse. No matter what I select from your chalkboard, I know it will be good. I mean, there was that one time with the chili, but we won't speak of that.

Today, I was intrigued by your "Sweet Potato Chicken Chowder" selection. As I'm not much of a taster (I prefer to live on the edge when it comes to culinary adventures) I decided to go ahead and order it, even though I'd never tasted it before. When that young man who always yells at me (I suspect he's working on commission) began to ladle it out, though, I thought, "Hm, what are those specks in my soup?" But I trusted you, Hale & Hearty Soup in the Rockefeller Center Concourse. I really did.

I discovered what those flecks were when I returned to my office. Fresh dill. Tons and tons and tons of fresh dill. Whatever made you think this would be a welcome addition to an otherwise delicious soup baffles me. I don't want to point fingers, Hale & Hearty Soup in the Rockefeller Center Concourse, but I think one of your soup makers may have partaken of the marijuana before coming to work today. I know it always leads me to questionable seasoning choices.

Perhaps some drug tests are in order, Hale & Hearty Soup in the Rockefeller Center Concourse. Might I suggest starting with the young man who always yells at me? Thanks in advance.

Love,
Jess