I was good for my word and ate a truly excessive amount of matzo ball soup today. I feel kind of ill actually. I think I overdosed on Jewish penicillin or something like that.
Started off at Steve's, went to Manny's, and got taken to the house by the Mish Mash soup at The Bagel.
Steve's Deli

The service at Steve's was a bit disorganized, but I got my soup eventually. It's an interesting concept that I like and one that many chefs would probably sign on to, too. Make a good broth, properly cook your garnish, build the soup in the bowl. This was the most elegant dish I'd have today, but I thought it was a bit light on flavor. The carrots were kind of bland, and there wasn't enough broth overall. Still, I'd go back for this soup.
Manny's

One can't go to Manny's and get just soup. So naturally I got a half sandwich, too. Corned beef seemed to be the default, as the sandwich was simply handed to me even though I might've preferred pastrami. Oh well, this was my first Manny's visit in a couple years and a nice reintroduction. The soup was the heartiest of the three I sampled today. The broth was richer but probably too oily too. The matzo ball was also the coarsest but not necessarily worse. A very simple bowl of soup but quite satisfying.
The Bagel

My friend happened to call me just as I was sitting down to the counter here and when I told him I was about to order the Mish Mash he paused, chuckled, and said it was "pretty filling". This bowl of soup was absurdly, frighteningly large--naturally, a couple "that's what she said" texts were exchanged between myself and said friend when the soup was placed before me. There's all kinds of culinary Judaica in this bowl that I wasn't fully able to identify. According to the menu: Chicken broth with "the works", matzo ball, kreplach, noodles, rice and kasha. It felt like more. This was a serious bowl of food and quite tasty, but the broth had a very strong spiced component that got a bit tiring after a while. Then again, that could've been due to the fact that I'd probably consumed about a half gallon of chicken stock by this point. If I had to guess, the spices evoked nutmeg or clove.
In my idea world I'd take presentation cues from Steve's, refine Manny' hearty broth, and include The Bagel's extremely pillowy matzo ball.
As something of an aside, it was refreshing to be put back into Jewish culture, if only for a few hours. Naturally, I don't really mean this in a religious sense but in a cultural one. I'm not Jewish but growing up where I did and with my friends cultural Judaism was always a part of my life. In Chicago I feel like I've kind of missed out on that. From the cute, jappy girls to the onery old Jewish men, I was thoroughly charmed. My body is awash in chicken broth, my stomach might be overflowing with matzo meal, but it was a nice way to spend an afternoon.