Serendipity

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!!