There is no Salt Lake City soup man. He wears suits. Slinking through the shadows, everyone on The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City is so spiritually Lynchian, we take nicknames like “Soup Man” at face value. In the world of Bravo’s movies and mysteries, it’s just common sense.
Fresh off their funniest endeavor of the season, the Housewives have retreated to their icy bases, preparing for an attack that could prove fatal—but for whom? Could it be Lisa Barlow, whose outbursts, once hilarious, have caught the ire of her castmates? Or will it be Bronwyn Newport, whose savvy has scored her a cushy spot amongst the cast, one that could be blown up by the latest blogger blurbs?
In Salt Lake City, the freakshow is open 24/7, and you just never know what will emerge from behind the curtain. To