I finally made it to New York, and so of course Katy and I just had to eat at Serendipity. I love the sound of the word and its definition: an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident, or as I like to think of it, a fortunate accident. And now, I also love the restaurant.
Of course we had to have their frozen hot chocolate.
And guess what? They had my perfect sandwich: turkey piled high with sliced apples and HUGE chunks of brie. Um, heaven? Yes.
Happy Tasty Tuesday!!
