The high priests of Tucson's Soup Cult whisper about Rocco's inspired soups at their secret synod. A recent favorite was a pot of arugula potato soup. Even after we had dredged out all of the goodies, the remaining broth satisfied us with the earthiness of potatoes and the peppery garden bite of arugula. We were hooked for life when we saw the cook dash out of the kitchen to snip off a sprig of fresh rosemary from the planter near the sign out front ... oh yeah, the sign! Rocco's marquee never fails to tickle and mystify us. Sometimes we get what it says, sometimes we don't, but it's always a pleasure to be shaken out of our four-lane Broadway stupor by Rocco's marquee koans.