Ironic, isn’t it, that the “Soup Nazi,” of Seinfeld fame, would open a restaurant in downtown Pittsburgh on the very same week that Franktuary begins serving homemade soups. And in the week preceding the S(o)uperBowl, no less. I smell a conspiracy, or maybe that’s just the distinctive odor of lobster bisque wafting down Smithfield Street. It’s hard to tell.