Soup Flavored Blankets

This was a hoax. No one I know actually got soup there. Several waited in line only to be told they hadn’t earned it. It appears only friends of the camp were receiving soup. Way to practice radical inclusivity. White dude working the counter was wearing a fake Indian head dress to boot.

Previous reviews about hard to find location and LACK OF RESERVATIONS are all correct, hope you don’t have anywhere important to be while you circle the block looking for the place. Soup was good, although I didn’t see the food safety rating anywhere (which I’m pretty sure is illegal). They do let you bring in your own booze, which is kind of nice. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I went back to find this place long gone.

These guys are badasses, serving out in deep playa, keeping everyone warm. So thoughtful down to the little soup holder pockets sewn into the blankets! The reason there’s a line… It’s popular! To the haters… Seriously??? It’s a gift, fuck you. Xoxo from a fellow brc soup server.

We drove by in our art car in the middle of the day and saw a line. Really, who serves hot soup in the middle of the day. And there was no place to sit, all of the blankets must have been taken as well. Not even sure how this was considered a placed art piece, how many times can Andy Warhol be ripped off — really, there was only 1 can of soup. You ruined my burn.

This place wasn’t even open the one time I rode past it. Like, what’s the point?

There was no soup, but there was apple cider. It was served so hot it burned the roof of my mouth.
No warning label…
Looks cool, though.

Bugs everywhere, looks like they were still under construction and didn’t have any signs after I was told it was their grand opening that day. I’ll have to try and come back another time but after seeing these reviews, who knows if this place will still even be in business.

Service was terrible, then on top of that when I FINALLY got my dish… There was a FLY in my soup! I called for the waiter. After an hour or so, this brain-​fried freak ambled over and inspected the fly. He picked it out of my soup (with his fingers! ew!) and inspected it closely; it wriggled — it was frickin’ ALIVE! Double EW!. I head some almost inaudible squeaking noises and the freak nodded, gently placed the insect down on the playa and turned to me; «I’ve had a complaint, I’m going to have to ask you to leave». I have NEVER been so insulted in my life. This place won’t stay in business for long with that kind of attitude. — Disgusted of Gerlach.

This place was the WORST! I rolled out to Deep Playa Sunday night after the gates open, and they had the gall to still be building. I mean, sure, the all day white-​outs the day before were rough, but come on, it only was the entire day. And then I couldn’t find it the next night due to my poor navigation. Come on, the least you could do was put up a big giant flaming soup can instead of merely an inflatable, lighted soup can.

This place was a playa miracle. It was 2 AM I was out in the deep playa with no food and super super hungry. I was like man I really need food right now, but how am I going to find it way out here? Out of nowhere come to this amazing place with free hot soup. Everyone there was really friendly, and I had some great conversations in the little wooden shack. I am totally against GMO’s and all that, and I know that they were making fun of GMO’s, but when you’re that hungry in the deep playa you will eat anything and it will be the best food you’ve ever tasted.

Bad location, no AC, and the soup had some dust in it. On the positive side, they did not have a corkage fee.

I went there on Friday and found signs asking for soup donations!
Hello! Can you spell «supply chain» people! ;-).)*(
I’m making a reservation now for next year before it’s too late.

This camp was the one low point of my 2015 Burning Man experience. It was a few guys with some soup in the middle of the night on a power trip. We stood in line for an hour to end up having a guy say: we got soup, what are you going to do for it? Then he acted like a jerk. On top of that, he pretended he was trying to have a «genuine connection» with us to somehow make it okay that he was just being a jerk to everyone because he could –because he had something people probably wanted. He was on a power trip and all he had to hold over us was instant soup and hot water but he was on a serious power trip.
The only thing I regret at Burning Man 2015 was interacting with these guys. They built an art piece and got it to Burning Man only to get people to stand in a line so they could belittle them. What a waste of an amazing opportunity to do something good through art.

My goodness, what a fiasco. I trudged all the way out to the trash fence and found a spot for hot soup, only to be forced to wait in line for over an hour. The staff were rude, incompetent, and quite possibly high on something. The other customers in line were a bunch of freaks dressed in bizarre clothing and none of them looked (or smelled) like they had showered in days.
When I finally reached the counter they demanded that I entertain them with a joke, then told me they didn’t like my joke and practically threw my soup at me. Not that the soup was any good, it was just miso paste and hot water that I had to mix myself, without even a trash can for my miso packet. And let’s not even mention the terrible location, literally in the middle of nowhere.
I will say that the blankets they offered did indeed smell like the soup their inebriated customers kept spilling, but I’m not sure that’s a selling point. How do places like this stay in business? Surely it takes more than a giant inflatable can of soup with an ironic hipster smiling on it to draw clientele. I really can’t understand why people would wait in line for such a terrible experience. I’ll stick to the food at our plug and play camp next time.