Ah, Sunday morning... okay, Sunday afternoon. I wake up slightly hungover with a desperate need for water and realize that I am not alone. My best friend spent the night because she was in no shape to drive home and she is still passed out in my bed. I nudge her and say, "time to get up and I'm pretty sure we missed yoga." We always promise each other that we will make it to the gym for a yoga class on Sunday, but we never do.
Fast forward to us squinting into the sun as we drive up Scottsdale Road looking for something to eat. I spot the Sugar Bowl and flashback to fond childhood memories of drinking chocolate malts in my dance uniform. I always went here after dance recitals and that may have been why I went through this really awkward chubby stage in 4th grade. Anyhow, my friend thought the Sugar Bowl sounded good too.
We park our butts in a seat and order broccoli cheese soup, of course I got the aforementioned chocolate malt too. The soup was seriously good. It was creamy and satisfying. The chocolate malt was as good as I remembered. They don't exactly compliment each other though, so maybe next time I will go with the tea sandwiches.