The soup of the day is always the soup of the day. That is its nature. It does not aspire to be tomorrow's soup.
Hot. Thick. Immediate. The lunch soup demands nothing of you except a spoon and five minutes.
It arrives. You eat it. The world resumes.
Lunch without a drink is just chewing. The drink is what makes it a meal.
Carbonation is the percussion section of the midday orchestra. It punctuates.