It’s cold, it’s snowing and all I want is a cup of soup. But where should I go? That’s a question I often have a difficult time finding the right answer to, but the best option is always right under my nose. On Saturday, it pretty much snowed from 9am until 2am Sunday morning. I ran some serious errands in the morning and by lunch time, I was ready for a big cup of soup and a hefty sandwich. After…