Named in homage to her preferred lunchtime meal, Alison Spittle’s routine reaches far and wide into the preoccupations of a London-based Irish millennial who lives in a house with six other people. Her floral-themed set and kaleidoscopic outfit bring to the stage a slice of her London balcony/refuge, which she uses to harvest potatoes and strawberries with mixed results. From worms to managing Complex PTSD, Spittle lays all bare for an audience who might be unsuspecting of a show which is so innocently titled.

For diehard fans of Spittle’s stand-up, or avid listeners of The Guilty Feminist, some of the anecdotal gags will be familiar and therefore lack the freshness we crave at the Fringe. That being said, her charm sees her through, as she merges older material with the new.  

For all her sweetness (a quality she explores in Soup), she is not beyond confrontation, yet still handles distracting audience interactions with grace. When it transpires that a keen audience member is filming her entire set, she first jokingly asks her to send it to Netflix, then politely insists she stops. After a sell-out show at last year's Fringe, Spittle’s quick wit and delivery continues to flourish, much like her London balcony. 

Alison Spittle: Soup, Monkey Barrel The Hive, until 27 August, 1.25pm.