Manda Miller: The Murloc Fin Soup was hearty in a different manner. Instead of infusing me with the essence of Aslan's cousins, I felt imbued with the insidious power of slime.

The noodles felt unusually slippery, until I realized that they aren't noodles at all, but strips of Murloc skin and the fins (tentacles? hair?) from their backs. The chewier carrots are actually fingers, which aren't so bad if you don't think about it too much.

I think that my favorite part of the meal was actually the eyeballs. The experience took me back to the days when I would share a can of fruit cocktail with my brother and a friend every day at lunch, and every day hoping that I would be the one to get the solitary cherry, or a hunk of chicken from the "chicken" noodle soup. Plus, it seems to seep some sort of mild hallucinogenic eye juice, that's squirty like a giant ball of Gushers.

In the end, the spicy fish breath is enough to knock down any foe within melee range, and it's nice knowing that I'm eating a renewable resource. After all, murlocs spawn faster than rabbits!