He doesn't like to be called The Soup Nazi, but he does seem to like the catchphrase. The Soup Man wasn't in, but there was a stern looking woman that popped out when I arrived. She held up her index finger. I nodded with an unspoken understanding that I was to wait.
Eventually, I ordered the large Turkey Chili. Footprints painted on the ground told me I was to order, step to the left and receive soup.
And, yes, I got the free bread.