"Without," meaning "hold the onions," sounds subversive to me.
Eight dollars for onion soup might not sound like a bargain, but this dark, sherry-laced brew of beef and chicken stock, with its caramelized sweet Vidalia onions and scattering of Swiss, Gruyère and Parmesan cheeses yields a deep, intense flavor of a sort rarely encountered in what has become a pallid clichéd dish.
You need lots of big leaves at the magic moment to get large, sound onions.
Baby octopus in onion sauce, which sounds like nothing, is astonishing: tiny octopi in an intense, dark sauce with a little tomato, white wine, garlic, bay and not much else.
The breakfast burrito (commonly loaded with chopped sausage, sausage meat or a frankfurter, spicy scrambled eggs, onion, tomato, bacon etc) sounds brilliant in theory, but is beset by the same mushy textural problems and the kind of haphazard flavour amalgamation, that ruins that other all-in-one breakfast, the Full English in a can.
(I don't really know who invented French onion dip, but that sounds about right, doesn't it?).
Meanwhile, this: "I can't shake the nagging feeling that Onions, Ramdin, Swann sounds like something the Dear Old Queen Mum might have tucked into mid-afternoon, perhaps with a nice spot of claret," says Anthony Pease.
Ferriss's more technical passages sound like an Onion satire of a TED talk.
Sean P had enough charisma to call someone an "onion head" and have it sound like a grave insult rather than a schoolyard taunt.
It seemed to have been taken seriously, despite the fact that this pretty obviously came from a satirical news site a la the Onion (does Lightly Braised Turnip sound like a trustworthy source of information?).
